My crumbling brain can’t recall the artist responsible for the song quoted from above, which I was requested by a class of German school-kids somewhere around 1970 to translate and “interpret”for them (they were pretty anti-war then, I don’t know about now), but I do remember the line previous to that quoted, which was part of a catechism on “what you wanna do, boy?” and which went “do ya wanna dig – potatas, son? “ to which Son’s response was “uh-uh”, so he was obviously not some Sam Gamgee-type loser, but more likely one of those nice middle-class all-American boys you’d find backpacking around Europe in the 1960s, hoping to avoid the Draft and a possible posting to Viet Nam.
Changed days, I deem, and I’m wondering what sort of uphill struggle may lie ahead for General Sir Patrick Sanders, the “head of the British Army” as he squints ahead into the times we shall shortly be entering .
Well, first of all back a bit. When Covid first hit and beneath the disguise of headless chickens running around clucking about how dangerous and awful it all was, a clear and cold message came through to the population at large, reinforced by various regulations whose purpose was never quite clear – the message being that we had all to pull together because we were All In It Together, just like (I’m sure someone said) in the War…. I remember thinking, are we by any chance being prepped for an actual War? I think at the time I had been focussed on my perception that violence and war – particularly of the heroic and yet pathos-full type – was somehow appearing increasingly on the “entertainment” menu, both fantastic and historical-realistic, being offered on both sides of the Atlantic. Maybe the perception was a little skewed by the film industry’s ever-developing ability to present war narratives so slickly and with such an arresting command of very loud noises and very bright colours, and of course the heroic or pathos-laden is never far away either.
Little did I know at the time that a very real – if comfortably virtual, decently proxy – war was about to break out here in Europe. This war of course came at a very opportune time, because the “we’re all in it together” narrative had worn a bit thin as the various junketings and cavortings of the Governmental party-goers made it clear that they weren’t too interested in practising what they preached.
Personally I was never that bothered about the guys wanting to party – quite apart from sneakingly sympathising with anyone who lives by the “anything for a piss-up” creed, especially if you’re plonked into a scary situation and expected to let the whole country see you Taking Charge, even more especially if the scary situation involved – as I’m sure everyone at least guessed from the outset – a leak from a biotech lab; but the main reason why I took the attitude, oh let them party, why not? they’re only Tories, was that I – apparently unlike the majority of British public – was under no illusion but that Covid, or at least the way it was being presented, was one great big scam that was actually being perpetrated on the entire citizenry of the West. So basically by the time people had twigged that we were not, after all, “all in it together”, and had indeed started to get angry, what should happen along but a real war with a real bogeyman who wanted to take over the world and so you see after all we really were all in it together – and of course it was all so unexpected: there we were all getting along fine, all in it together, not too happy about seeing the economy go down the tubes but well at least the vaccine was saving lives wasn’t it – and suddenly bam, Russia invades Ukraine, quite out of the blue, quite unprovoked, quite shocking, nobody ever guessed that would happen…..
Well I don’t know what’s currently happening in that war, apart from that the combatants regularly do an exchange of PoWs, which to my primitive mind seems weird. But we all know, don’t we, that the whole horrifying mess is supposed to be a good thing because it’s weakening Russia, and if that means Ukraine losing pretty much an entire generation of young men, well it’s probably worth it because weakening Russia means Saving Democracy.
Why has Russia got so bogged down in its invasion attempt? Not as strong as everyone thought, huh? Maybe held up unexpectedly by the unexpected superiority of our western weaponry – and not even the very latest-and-bestest that we had, for all those super HIMARS and devastating Hellfires and I don’t know what. There’s the heroic resistance of the Ukrainians, of course, which presumably is an example to us all (my own inclination, as already indicated, is to have a big piss-up instead, but I’m sure that’s Bad for Me). Presumably the thing will go on to a stalemate as long as there’s still someone left alive to carry on fighting, or it’ll end in a Big Bang, or it’ll peter out, really it doesn’t matter (apart from , possibly, the Big Bang option – though “we” did survive Chernobyl, didn’t we?) because everything’s actually gone pretty much the way it was intended to – ….well, a proper Russian defeat, like before their last Revolution, or Vlad the Impaler dying or something like that would have been a really nice outcome, but no matter…. But how, you ask, has it “gone the way it was intended”?
….Well, here’s a clue: according to last night’s BBC 6 o’clock news, the aforementioned General Sir Patrick “added his voice to the growing number of senior NATO commanders saying that alliance nations need to start preparing for a potential war with Russia….”
Well there are various estimates of when Russia will be militarily ready to go on and gobble up Poland – three years according to some, ten according to others – and of course the Baltic States are already in the sights. General Sir Patrick Sanders is meanwhile advocating “training a Citizen Army, which could help fight a war on land if a conflict broke out”. What does that exactly mean? War on which land, apart from anything else – or does he mean war not at sea, or in space? “We are now”, he warned, a “pre-war generation”. We’d better remember that, so we’ll know what we were, when the time eventually comes. Well, I think…. “all in it together” we may not be, but if you’ve got conscription you don’t actually need to be, because you’ve got mandates and various kinds of coercion – oops sorry, didn’t mean to mention conscription, of course there won’t be any conscription….
I may be some kind of Sam Gamgee-type loser, but I really don’t think I get it. Finland got along with Russia for a good fifty years after the last War, as far as I remember it got a substantial amount of its military hardware from Russia despite its having recently been an ally of Nazi Germany. Now suddenly it realises that Vlad wants to gobble it up and jumps all a-tremble into bed with NATO. Sweden, which was never even part of the Russian Empire (apart from the bit of it that was actually Finland) , co-existed for I don’t know how many centuries with its oversized neighbour, latterly in a state of not always easy neutrality; suddenly it too feels desperately threatened and wants to join the Alliance. If I were conspiracy-minded I’d say it all looks like part of a plan – indeed if I were a cynic to boot, I’d say it was a last-ditch attempt to boost failing western economies by encouraging a massive arms build-up, a bit like how the Nazis got the German economy back on its feet back in the nineteen-thirties.
General Sanders, presumably anxious to learn from the mistakes of history (come on Paddy, even you can see that would be a bit of a sick joke)reckons that like the Boy Scouts we need to Be Prepared, otherwise we could find ourselves drifting into a war for which we’re not ready, like in 1914. Well as far as I remember from my history classes, the 1914 war broke out because the network of alliances led to a chain reaction whose logical end was all-round conflagration. I suppose it would be considered a bit naïve to suggest that grand alliances formed to neutralise a perceived enemy can only too easily lead to otherwise level-headed nations being dragged into war. I don’t think there’s any big Conspiracies here, though I do think the Covid creed invoked the “wartime spirit” because a few people in the corridors of power knew quite well that a war was already being planned but as usual needed a few extra ingredients before the sluggiush populace could be dragged out of its comfort zone. But it was nothing as complex as a conspiracy – just a vague collective intention and a bit of opportunism. Apart from that all it needed was the usual muddle-headedness plus that old Pandora’s Box, the real villain of the piece, runaway technology, whose rule is, use it or lose it.
In the nature of things there are far fewer people around now who think back nostalgically to the “wartime spirit” – because actually, we all really do love being “all in it together”, which is what the Tories have been trying to remind us as they get on with their job of Getting Rich. But by the same token the post-War spirit is also fading. After Europe had experienced the realities of modern warfare – in which civilians are the principle pawns on the board – it began to turn with some disgust from anything military. So for some fifty years Europe sustained an essentially anti-war culture. Divided into East and West we Europeans contented ourselves for a time with hurling abuse across the barbed wire and barricades. Eventually the East said “enough of this shit” and we in the West assumed our insults must have been more effective, and so got busy stealthily, or not so stealthily, encroaching on the East. Now that our economies have run out of steam a bit we expect, and fear, the enantiodromia, where the East starts encroaching on the West – and like the nostalgia, the disgust at the notion of war has become diluted, so where exactly does that leave us?
In the same news bulletin (fortuitously) as the report on Sir Patrick’s speech, Steve Rosenberg sent a brief additional item from Moscow about the main news, the shooting down, apparently by a Ukrainian missile, of a Russian transport aircraft. The plane was carrying, depending on your standpoint, Ukrainian PoWs, or surface-to-air missiles, or a mixture of the two, or none of the above, ie it was just a cruel Russian psy-op (we don’t approve of cruel psy-ops in the West, we like them to be a bit nice, as Nicola Sturgeon will no doubt testify…. what? you didn’t know the SNP had been targeted by the black ops bunch? Well that just shows how nice a psy-op it was, doesn’t it. Oh, and did you know the Scottish Government had paid a multi-million pound sum to Hamas to let Humza Jousaf’s family escape from Gaza? It’s true, as God’s my judge and for Christ’s sake don’t go believing those ferrety fact-checkers….) Anyway, Rosenberg’s report, which bizarrely began with a clip of the whoop of alarm from the woman who filmed the downing of the plane on her mobile, was about 90 seconds long, and I paused to break it down by sound-bytes, viz: there are the forty seconds of actual report, pretty much repeating what was said in the original news item, minus 2 seconds or so of sound effect – a “Russian military spokesman” saying something in the sinister Russian lingo – then there’s a 14-second “bridge” about how “over at the Russian parliament, MPs were quick to condemn…”, etc etc; and then some 23 seconds are taken up with Steve reminding us about how we could discount anything said in the Russian parliament and how the whole thing really all started (Russia’s unprovoked invasion etc etc); then in the 16 seconds remaining there are more sound effects, the moving sound of a – Russian Orthodox presumably – memorial service being performed at the crash site as Steve plays out his report in tones of standard BBC lament. So, apart from the sound effects that’s basically a ratio of 38 seconds of actual reporting to 23 of rather superfluous commentary – unless the BBC is worried that, being habitually distractible, we may have forgotten about the True Origins of the war, in which case obviously it’s not superfluous and we need to be kept focussed on The Truth. The half hour of the Six o’clock News means the items have to be packed in pretty tightly, so my impression from this 90-second piece of drama – and the BBC are, naturally past masters – is that we were being treated to something that can be counted into what feels like an intensifying propaganda campaign, with the standard meme-type reminders of Russia’s “unprovoked” attack, and how we should never be doubting that Russia’s was not a “special military operation” but nothing less than a “full-scale invasion”, albeit with a patently inadequate invasion force, which just shows that the Russians are stupid as well as wicked.
The subtext of Sir Patrick’s speech is pretty obviously that we need to be like Israel, with a powerful enough “citizen army” (don’t call them conscripts!) to deliver tit for tat when threatened – or tit-squared for tat, or indeed tit-on-steroids for tat. But does the current generation of European youngsters seem a likely recruiting-ground? Well, they’ve no interest in history, so that’s a start – but could they be galvanised to a state of war-preparedness? Maybe there’s still a ways to go, but Sir Sanders no doubt puts great trust in the godly army of Persuaders, such as our Steve in Moscow.
It goes almost without saying that we are apparently being trained – stroked – groomed – towards the principle that going to war with a clear conscience outweighs any disgust at the notion of going to war in the first place – forget that old trope that politicians used to bandy about how “democracies don’t go to war”, there are nuances, you see, always nuances.
All in all, while the field still looks pretty neutral for the moment, I dare say the ”Masters of War” will only have to engineer a few atrocities and the whole thing could change. The “Putin’s unprovoked sudden assault on helpless Ukraine” trope may not have quite its original energy (remember, we’re very distractible), and I suspect the new one, “Russia’s anticipated assault on the west”, has yet to prove its effectiveness. But softly-softly, that’s the way, the arms manufacturers are already getting their production lines wiped down and greased up, so that’s a good start: it may be a while before a good-going atrocity gets the whole nation galvanised for “the inevitable”.
What do I think about it all? Well my view is actually that living in a city fucks up your brain, but of course I’m a teuchter. Be that as it may, the obvious way to let off steam when your brain’s fucked up is to trash a few cities, enemies’, your own, really it’s neither here nor there – you can just build ‘em up again, nicer than before and – of course – full of much, much nicer people.