Monday, November 12, 2012

Reflections on Veterans Day

By Frank Moraes

(Ed. note: I meant to post this yesterday. Alas. It still rings true today, the federal holiday, as it does every other day of the year. For my own thoughts, see my Remembrance Day / Veterans Day 2012 post from yesterday. I would also note that I included this incredible poem by Wilfred Owen in my Remembrance Day 2009 post. -- MJWS)

I honor the service that individuals make to the collective. However, when Veterans Day rolls around, I have a hard time thinking of service. Instead, I think about sacrifice -- even more: useless sacrifice. Almost without exception (and even those exceptions are muddled), wars are nothing but turf battles where weak men die for the sake of powerful men's interests. When I think of war, I don't think of heroic men in a life-and-death struggle; I think of two ant colonies destroying themselves because it is in their DNA.

Thus, I think of Veterans Day as a somber occasion. It is a time to remember those victims who have been harmed by our pathological sociology. The normal kinds of Veterans Day celebrations of hubristic nationalism are part of the problem and only lead to more victims.

On this day it seems natural to salute all those who have been harmed by our war making. It doesn't matter to me whether they did so voluntarily or not. The truth is that I don't think anyone really does this voluntarily. (Of course, I don't believe in free will either.)

In honor of all these people, I offer you a poem by Wilfred Owen -- himself a victim of war: World War I. He was killed just one week before the end of that war. And as you see in the poem, he understood the nature of war. (For the record, "Dulce et Decorum est pro patria mori" means, "It is sweet and right to die for your country." It is from one of Horace's Odes, which are often lovely but from time to time nationalistic and horrible.)

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Afterword

Without life, there is no chance for justice.

(Cross-posted at Frankly Curious.)

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1 Comments:

  • Had the Germans been right in 1914 thinking there was a good chance of a quick re-run of 1870 they would have won - in 1914.

    The French would have got stuck, once again, paying heavy reparations to the Germans and might have lost some territory in Europe or some colonial territory outside Europe.

    The Brits would have got off easy.

    The Austrian-Empire would have lived another day.

    The Kaiser would have remained in power.

    There would have been no Russian Revolution.

    The US would not have got into the war.

    No Weimar, no Hitler.

    No Mussolini it Italy.

    Maybe no generals' revolt against the Spanish republic - if there was a Spanish republic - in 1936.

    Just our luck.

    By Blogger Philo Vaihinger, at 11:43 AM  

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