The Unknown Soldier, Rialto Theatre, Brighton Fringe Festival, review: Personal and affecting WWI evocation

Don Connigale
Back to the front: Ross Ericson’s character survived in 1918 but stayed on to collect bodies and build the war cemeteries of northern France

Ross Ericson was roused to pen and perform this powerful, personal and affecting one-man play by his anger at a 2014 Daily Mail article by Michael Gove decrying unpatriotic “left-wing academics” peddling “myths” about the First World War. The then-Education Secretary suggested the conflict should be taught to schoolchildren less as a story of millions of lives pointlessly wasted, more one of “patriotism and honour”.

Ironically, Gove may not entirely disapprove of the outcome of Ericson’s ire, should he deign to watch it, for while patriotism may not be much to the fore in this compelling one-hour production, honour – quiet, unassuming, everyman honour – shines through. Ericson, a strong stage presence and himself a former serviceman, conveys acutely the spectrum of camaraderie, terror, hope, resignation and bafflement that infused the trenches a hundred years ago. Surprisingly for a one-man drama, it is particularly effective at sketching in the preternatural friendships that took root amid the carnage.

The play is actually set several years after the war, Ericson’s character a member of the military detachment – largely forgotten by history – that stayed on in France and Belgium to recover, identify and bury bodies (often, body parts) and to help build the cemeteries that stand today. It is a grim task and he does not shy from the gore, but there is warmth and wit here too. The clever time-setting means his soldier can reflect not only on life up to and during the horrors of the trenches, but on the mood when and after the guns fell silent, and on the less than hero’s welcome that awaited many a shattered serviceman back in a Britain that was keen to forget and move on.

What is most impressive is how a single footsoldier’s scattered, intimately engaging recollections – of mud and rolling tobacco and gallows-humour high jinks – pull into focus wider and more profound themes. In doing so he manages to find an original perspective on a story we think we all know, and offer a reminiscence that, while slight, is poignant and thought-provoking. It is also necessarily dark – yet served with wryness, nuance and personality so as to leave the audience neither shellshocked nor mournful, despite the brutality recounted, but oddly rather buoyed.

‘The Unknown Soldier’ is on at the Brighton Fringe, 25 May, and Buxton Fringe several dates in July.