And how true it is. Rare are those in military dress who can see through the whole rotten enterprise, but Butler was one of them.
Shame on this nation for using war as a lever of profit and power. Shame on the pols who make war to polish their speeches, and shame on the sheep in the press, easy chair and SUV who applaud.
This poem from the soldier and great British antiwar poet Siegfried Sassoon comes to mind as a reminder of the crap and dishonesty that a nation gets up to in war time. Sassoon imagines a different sort of soldiers' homecoming parade...
"Fight to a Finish "
THE boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying,
And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street
To cheer the soldiers who’d refrained from dying,
And hear the music of returning feet.
‘Of all the thrills and ardours War has brought,
This moment is the finest.’ (So they thought.)
Snapping their bayonets on to charge the mob,
Grim Fusiliers broke ranks with glint of steel,
At last the boys had found a cushy job.
. . . .
I heard the Yellow-Pressmen grunt and squeal;
And with my trusty bombers turned and went
To clear those Junkers out of Parliament.
(1918)
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