During the First World War, Queen Marie of Romania was involved in numerous relief actions, while also having an active role on the political stage. Immediately following the death of King Carol I and Romania’s subsequent entry into the war, the queen started keeping a daily diary, in which she recorded her day-to-day life. This document gives the reader a new perspective on events; in the present case, on the military disaster of the Battle of Tutrakan and the disillusionment it caused in Romania.

“August 17/ 30

For now, the Bulgarians are staying put. What are they preparing? They are definitely preparing something. They haven’t declared war on us yet, but Turkey has already done so!

August 19/ September 1

It is expected that the Bulgarians will have to decide soon. What forces are at their disposal? This is the essential question. They are said to have a stronger artillery than ours! And today artillery seems to play the main role in war!

August 20/ September 2

We hear that the Bulgarians are attacking Tutrakan with 30.000 men- we haven’t learned the results yet.

August 21 / September 3

The news from the front is scarce, so I sent Ballif to the General Quarters to find out more.

There is a fierce battle being waged at Tutrakan, and our troops are resisting admirably to much larger forces. Bulgarians are attacking where we are weaker. Our soldiers were told to hold to the last man- the Russians will attack elsewhere to relieve their burden. Our poor soldiers have already thwarted four attacks. God willing, they managed to resist last night. The reconnaissance flights seem to show that the Bulgarians did not mass fresh troops here.

August 22/ September 4

The first news received this morning by Barbu [Ştirbey] said that Tutrakan has not fallen and he hopes that our troops will resist because they have received reinforcements. Apparently, they had to face twenty-five attacks. The situation there is still uncertain- the expected help could not arrive as fast as it was hoped. The poor souls, what they must have gone through It is said that the bodies of the enemies piled up in front of the barbed wire in heaps so big that our troops cannot see to fire anymore! I wonder what losses we have suffered, it is said that we have much less in comparison to them, but what does that mean, precisely? How I wish I was there! To take care of the wounded how I can, to share with them the danger and the fear.

August 23 / September 5 (evening)

Bad news today, Tutrakan is in great danger- mistakes have been made, the Bulgarian troops were much more numerous than our command had estimated, our troops are falling back in the face of superior forces. It is even said that they are demoralized, that some would not rise to the height of the moment- ugly things! We received bad news at noon, even worse at five o’clock, and now, at nine, there seems to be some hope again- we are living through terrible changes from one moment to the next. […]

Thank God the last news we received were a bit better. God help our dear soldiers tonight!

August 24 / September 6

A terrible day, with bad news getting worse with every hour, until finally we learned that Tutrakan had fallen. The whole day I was in Bucharest. I was overwhelmed by anxiety- but we have to be courageous and not let us be brought down so easily. I cannot shake off a sense of confidence, even in these most difficult moments.

(later) Indeed, the news was bad, but not as bad as the rumours would have it- tough days are coming and we have to face them with all our courage and not be disheartened. I still do not discourage myself, something rises in me that is much stronger than everything, an unshakable faith that things MUST straighten!

August 25/ September 7

I am told a terrible thing, God willing, it isn’t true: that the Bulgarians killed all the Romanians taken prisoner at Tutrakan! It is said that they have been machine-gunned. If true, it’s downright monstrous! But maybe it’s not true, so many things are being said out of fear (but, alas, on the part of Bulgarians we can believe almost anything, their cruelty is well-known).

August 26/ September 8

Though day, with no trustworthy news, with many rumours- a lot of terrible stories about our poor soldiers at Tutrakan. It’s hard to find out how things really are. I haven’t found out what losses we have suffered, who died- in a way, it was a disaster.

August 27/ September 9

No special news. Bulgarians, Romanians and Russians mass their troops- what will the consequences be?

Talks are only about Tutrakan, it’s unbearable. It was a misfortune in every respect, a terrible, disastrous mistake- I think those responsible are not well at all. I cannot find out how great the losses were- who was killed and how! My head aches when I try to see more clearly, maybe it’s better not to see too clearly- some things, the heart could not endure. […]

I sent Ballif to the General Quarters for news. They seem to work more diligently, but the Bulgarian question is a burning issue, our people have made terrible mistakes that have caused us painful losses- losses that I cannot even think about because they were in vain, they could have been avoided.

Ballif isn’t letting me to worry, he says that we will SURELY defeat the Bulgarians. I am not FRIGTHENED, but I worry, I cannot help it, because it is true that our [commanders] did not make prudent or intelligent choices on the Bulgarian front. All their hopes, wishes, ambitions were in Transylvania, so they neglected the Bulgarian side, although Nando, myself and a few others, including Ballif, have been worried about the Bulgarians from the beginning. Bulgarians hate us, they have to extinguish an old grievance, an offense, a humiliation. They are accustomed to war, the Germans lead them, they have a heavier artillery than ours, Sarrail does not seem to bother them too much, Greece is not trustworthy.”

 

Bibliography:

Maria, Regina României, Jurnal de război: 1916-1917 [Marie, Queen of Romania, War diary: 1916-1917], Bucharest, Humanitas Publishing House, 2014.

 

Translated by Laurențiu Dumitru Dologa