Thank you Shigawire for your post.
Gleemonex, I am afraid that I cannot join you in celebrating Remembrance Day.
Instead, I am re-reading Dalton Trumbo's Johnny Got His Gun and Howard Zinn's People's History of the United States ('War is the Health of the State') and thinking about the thousands of men who were interned during the First World War for refusing to kill another person. Between Britain, Canada and America at least a hundred died in prison, where they had been tortured. In Britain those who served their sentences had their right to vote suspended.
What I find tremendous about these men is their bravery in the face of almost universal revilement. The willingness and even eagerness of millions of young men to participate in the brutality, barbarity and horror of the war is something I cannot fully comprehend. The moral courage of men like Harold Bing, Mark Hayler, and Horace Eaton who endured beatings, solitary confinement, refusal of due process, and psychological abuse for their refusal to do so is something that I believe is more fitting to celebrate than those who fell in with the mad drum-beat of militarism.
Reply of a Conscientious Objector sentenced to death for refusing to fight.I might as well die for a principle as for lack of one.
I also remember Jean Jaures, Bertrand Russel, Karl Liebknecht, Rosa Luxemburg, John Maclean, Willie Gallacher, Francis Sheehey-Skeffington, Zeth Hoglund and others in public life who had the courage to speak against a war that initially had almost universal support.
These people are heroes, but they received no medals and they have no holidays in their honour.
I am making this statement as an act of willful defiance of military authority, because I believe that the War is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it. I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this War, on which I entered as a war of defence and liberation, has now become a war of aggression and conquest. I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation. I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust. I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed. On behalf of those who are suffering now I make this protest against the deception which is being practised on them; also I believe that I may help to destroy the callous complacency with which the majority of those at home regard the contrivance of agonies which they do not, and which they have not sufficient imagination to realize.No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.
Of course they're 'longing to go out again,' —
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk.
They'll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed
Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,—
Their dreams that drip with murder; and they'll be proud
Of glorious war that shatter'd all their pride...
Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;
Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.Siegfried Sassoon.I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
There is no way to participate in a war that does not implicate you in acts of unspeakable brutality.
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