nourishing obscurity

In  a sense, I was lucky enough to have two fathers, one after the other.  My real father died from complications of war 35 years after the event.  My second, my stepfather, lasted longer but he also had seen service on the Kokoda Trail and only brave men had that in their CV.

There is an Australian play, The One Day of the Year and patriots dismiss it as commo propaganda.  Now I’m the last person anyone could call a commo sympathiser but that’s what patriots reading the Underdoug’s post and maybe the first part of this might be inclined to think.

This play I’m referring to is about a WW2 vet going to the annual ANZAC Day parade and getting drunk later, holding forth about all their war memories.  Now in that play, celebrating the real heroes of Gallipoli, the grandfather had a different approach.  He said war was nothing like how it was portrayed and he’d prefer not to speak of it.

That grandfather was closer to the truth from all the accounts I’ve read of people under fire at the front.

My father never held forth about the war and yet he volunteered to enlist, as a proud Yorkshireman – his number shows that he was one of the very first in, with his mates – and soon he was in the Middle-East and I’m proud to say that though he wasn’t technically one of the Australian Rats of Tobruk, he was nearby and his unit also saw action under Montgomerie.  Now I’d like to see anyone call him a commie or of not being a pariot.

He knew exactly what was going on though and was convinced, as I still am, that Hitler had to be stopped once he was in full cry but he also knew that those up the top were donkeys and couldn’t be trusted, all except Monty whom everyone apparently admired.  As war took its toll and my father’s own health started suffering as a result of the excessive cigarette smoking and other complications, the war ended and he was demobbed.

Theirs not to reason why; there’s but to do or die.

He had medals which stretched across his chest and he was proud of those and of his faded photo albums but he had misgivings all right.  Was he brave?  He never had a chance to prove otherwise as that would have been the worst, the lowest crime imaginable for him – to rat on his mates and expose them to danger.

That’s the strongest motivation ever for men to stay in their ranks and the British are better than many at knuckling under and winning through discipline – observe the best English Rugby teams.  I’m still strongly in the grip of that idea.

If we are under genuine threat, which I feel we very much might be, once we withdraw from the EU and the real purpose of the EU is exposed in milking Britain of every penny, crippling it and paying back the gross insult to the Germans in past conflicts as well as appeasing the resentment of certain echelons of the French for this soggy little isle – if that occurs, I’ll be the first one down to the recruitment office, make no mistake.

When I got back to Britain last year, one of the first jobs I went for was to join the army again.  It just seemed the natural thing to do.  And yes, as part of some sort of Dad’s Army, I’ll be manning the ramparts because that’s what we are constituted for, men – to defend.

Scared?  Yes, I’d be s— scared but far more important is to hold the head up and be able to walk into the pub that way.  To let people down who depend on you – that terrorizes the mind.

The pesky problem in all this is what I’ve subsequently found out from reading so many accounts of people connected with war and with the advent of google, which allows much much more research.  And this puts me quietly at odds with my gung-ho mates’ conceptions of patriotism and war.

For like the Underdoug, I see that WW1 was nothing more than a pre-arranged excursion between the powers that be, not unlike a Saturday afternoon test of strength on the playing field and in reality, also the inevitable result of myriad treaties.  It had very little to do with necessity and come WW2, there were even suggestions of collusion or sympathy of the upper classes for/with the Nazis, such thoughts of course being labelled treason by the real traitors themselves.

Oh yes, anything remotely sheeting home dire motives to Them is called treason, we are seditious, traitorous and as the Ayatollah, Khomeini did, all around are exhorted to stone the traitors and the infidels, to cover up their own diabolical undertakings and their fear for their own hides, dressed in the livery of patriotism and religion.  It’s so interlocked that we can’t for one second utter the heresy that these people up there don’t give a toss about us as people … but much, much worse – many of their actions show they don’t in the least give a toss about the nation.

There are men and women who made a killing out of the last conflict, of the slaughter of the flower of our youth and the placing of our country in the very greatest of perils, the elite did quite nicely, thank you, even though it was true Hitler had to be opposed and brought down.

But the antecedents of the war, going right back to Versailles 1919 and the intransigent attitude of those very men at the top who’d brought on the war in the first place for profit and prestige, goaded the Germans, as they knew it must.  “We’re going to squeeze the Germans until the pips squeak” was one of the expressions of 1919.

Lincoln, after the American Civil War, favoured a soft peace because he understood what would follow a hard peace and it did happen that way, sealing those divisions forever.  The very worst of men and women are at the top, oblivious of the sufferings of the common herd and seeing the world as some sort of chess game.

The very best of men and women are marginalized, ignored like Caesar’s soothsayer or spirited away.

So Afghanistan is not only militarily stupid, something the generals have been forced to come out and say, having concern for their troops being slaughtered in an unnecessary conflict and Iraq was and is a stupid venture.

We have to stop terrorism, yes and I’ll join the fight against Muslim expansion and the means they use to achieve it but those two wars are something completely different and have zilch to do with our national interest – they’re only to do with the agenda of oil and the mind games of the elite, using patriotism as the trick to get the lower ranks to knuckle under, tapping into the well of pride and the desire to protect which people naturally feel for their nation and for their way of life.

Call someone a traitor and call oneself a patriot and people will rally behind the one who called himself the patriot and waved the flag, especially if he is the local banker or other respected personage, as a Prime Minister once was.  We use the word patriot in the Albion Alliance today – are we flag waving or are we motivated by the way the ordinary person in this country is hurting and by the way the country has been allowed to be run down?

I’d hope it is the latter.

So you see, when the elite calls for all patriots to rally to the flag to go off on one of their little jaunts overseas, I for one now stop and ask,  “Why?”  If the enemy is massed in Poland and has broken through to the low country and is on its way to us, yes – I’ll get down to the enlistment office right away, watch to see if I don’t.  But I’ll be damned if I’m going to accept one word of the elite as truth any more after what I’ve found out about Them and if they commit us to another totally unavoidable war, I’m going to urge we have militias to defend our shores but other than that – they can get knotted.

You see, my father dying of hepatitis and leukemia and half a dozen other ailments, all sheeted home to the war, a war begun through the machinations of the elite and entirely unnecessary in terms of true strategic necessity – it galls, I get hot under the collar and say, “No!”

To stop the rampage of the Hun – yes.  To stop the yellow hordes descending on us – naturally.  To defend our shores?  Without question – to the bitter end.  But for the elite and on their say-so and that of the controlled media?  Not on your sweet nellie.  You’ll find me in the ranks of the Tuttles and the true patriots – equally opposed to the communists and the elite who are hand in hand.  I’ll gladly have Them in the crosshairs.

So you see, it’s not as simple and as cut and dried as many would like to think it is.  While I write this, I am thinking at this very second about those fallen men and women up there in heaven, looking down and either shaking their heads in sorrow or else nodding their heads in vindication.  I sincerely hope it is the latter, that they, up there, have seen the whole picture and realize the futility of the majority of entirely avoidable wars and the evil people who instigate them, often in collusion with others of their ilk, in other countries.

I’m no conchy, no draft dodger, not even a pacifist.  As I’ve said over and over, count me in when our country is under direct threat, as it currently is from within, with these quislings allowing the real enemy to spread across the nation.  But no way I’m enlisting on the say so of this pack of bstds at the top, of Brown, Poettering, Mandelson and their ilk.  You do understand that I am now on the elite’s and the Muslims’ hit list and why not?  It is what all men and women need to do to save our nation.

Today I use words, words, words in a blog – anyone can do that.  Soon, we’ll need to shift our butts and get on down to the enlistment office.  See you there.

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