British WW1 poster, 1915 |
In 1917, British writer and editor T.W.H. Crosland penned a
war poem that strips war of its glory and speaks directly to soldiers who
fight. His tongue-in-cheek advice is just as likely to find a receptive audience in
the military today.
Dying for Your Country
Dead in trenches, WW1 |
I.
When Britain first, at Heaven’s command,
Arose from out the
azure main,
We had no buttons and no band—
We did our murder
very plain;
There were no heroes, no V.C.’s,
No glory for the
honoured dead—
We went and slew our enemies,
Or they slew us,
and nothing said.
II.
Slaughter was slaughter, gore was gore,
And kicks were
kicks the same as now,
And death was just as sharp and sure,
And just as cooling
to the brow.
We did not fight for pelf or fame,
Neither for honour
did we strive,
Nor for to make Old England’s name,
But just to keep
ourselves alive.
German #WW1 poster: "Because I Must" |
III.
It’s him or you, ourselves or them—
An ugly wild-beast
law—and yet
It hits us with a gust like flame
When we are minded
to forget;
For all our sweet tarantara,
Our “love of right”
and “hate of ill,”
Boil down to the old formula—
We must be killed
unless we kill.
IV.
So, Johnny, keep your barrel bright,
And go where you
are told to go,
And when you meet, by day or night,
Our friend the enemy,
lay him low;
And you must neither boast nor quake,
Though big guns
roar and whizz-bangs whizz—
Don’t die for your dear country’s sake,
But let the other
chap die for his.
—Thomas
William Hodgson Crosland
TWH Crosland |
Siegfried Sassoon described Crosland as “a remarkable man… a
human battleground of good and evil.”* Crosland’s biographer praised him as “one
of the last of the small band of brilliant Victorian literary men…. he was a
true poet, a master of prose, an acute, fearless and sane critic, a great
satirist, a patriot of patriots, a smiter of skunks and humbugs, a prince of
Bohemians, and one of the most original and remarkable literary men that ever
lived.”** Yet Crosland was also “a severe alcoholic, terribly self-destructive,
bigoted, homophobic, and possessed too what today would perhaps euphemistically
be referred to as ‘anger management issues.’”†
Elizabeth Vandiver notes that Crosland’s war poems are a
collection “whose entire burden is unambiguous praise of the war effort and the
soldiers.”†† However,
the poem “Dying for your Country” seems to mock the idea that war is noble or glorious; it acknowledges the gore and slaughter, while sympathetically addressing the fighting men.
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* Siegfried Sassoon, qtd. in Jean Moorcroft Wilson’s Siegfried Sassoon: The Making of a War Poet,
Duckworth, 1998, p. 146.
** William Sorley
Brown, The Life and Genius of T.W.H.
Crosland, C. Palmer, 1928, p. vii.
† Richard
J. Bleiler, The Strange Case of “The
Angels of Mons”: Arthur Machen’s World War I Story, McFarland, 2015, p.
103.
†† Elizabeth
Vandiver, Stand in the Trench, Achilles, Oxford
UP, 2010, p. 400.
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