As part of my annual vacation schedule I take three days off in July whether I need to or not. Last Friday my bride and I were out and about with my son, who took the Illinois bar exam last week. Among other stops, we went to too Half Price book outlets and purchased the following books (I omit the books my bride and son purchased): (more…)
My son and I saw Dunkirk (2017) yesterday. I was looking forward to seeing it, but I am afraid I found it disappointing overall. My review is below the fold, and the usual caveat as to spoilers is in full effect. (more…)
The thirty-third in my on-going series on the poetry of Rudyard Kipling. The other posts in the series may be read here, here , here , here, here , here, here, here, here, here, here, here , here, here, here , here, here, here , here, here, here , here, here , here , here , here , here, here, here , here, here and here. Like most Brits of his generation, Kipling had ambivalent feelings towards the United States. He had married an American and had lived with her in Vermont from 1892 to 1896 when the family moved to England. He found much to admire in the Great Republic and much to criticize. It could be said that Kipling, the quintessential Englishman, adopted an American attitude of both love, and the freedom to speak his mind about what he perceived to be wrong, as to America. In any case there was nothing ambivalent about the poem he published in April of 1917 after the US entered the Great War on the side of The Allies:
THE AMERICAN SPIRIT SPEAKS:
To the Judge of Right and Wrong
With Whom fulfillment lies
Our purpose and our power belong,
Our faith and sacrifice.
Let Freedom’s land rejoice!
Our ancient bonds are riven;
Once more to us the eternal choice
Of good or ill is given.
Not at a little cost,
Hardly by prayer or tears,
Shall we recover the road we lost
In the drugged and doubting years.
But after the fires and the wrath,
But after searching and pain,
His Mercy opens us a path
To live with ourselves again.
In the Gates of Death rejoice!
We see and hold the good—
Bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice
For Freedom’s brotherhood.
Then praise the Lord Most High
Whose Strength hath saved us whole,
Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die
And not the living Soul!
“The internet has changed everything” is a trite saying, but in regard to historical research it is also true. Travel and expense were often the lot of historians as they chased documents. Now, so much is available free with a few mouse clicks. Case in point is the Army series Vietnam Studies, twenty-six volumes that examine the Army’s role in Vietnam. A feast for historians or those who simply want a detailed look, for example, at Army air mobile operations in Vietnam. Each volume is now available free in PDF downloads. Go here to access them.
Theodore Roosevelt had advocated American entry into World War I, and wanted to fight himself. Being denied that privilege by President Wilson, he took solace in the fact that each of his sons volunteered for the War.
His son Archie would be a decorated, and wounded, veteran, serving as an officer with the 16th and 26th Infantry. He would serve in combat in the Pacific during World War II. He would have the distinction of being determined to be 100% disabled from war wounds in both World Wars.
Theodore Jr, who would attain general rank in World War II and earn a Medal of Honor, also served as an officer in the 26th and would be gassed and wounded.
Son Kermit served as a Captain in the British Army, serving in combat in Mesopotamia (Iraq), and then transferred to the US Army serving as a Captain of artillery during the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. In World War II he would serve again in both the British and American armies.
Son Quentin, age nineteen, the baby of the family, sailed for France on July 23, 1917 with the 95th Aero Squadron. His parents and his fiance saw him off.
Not only the Roosevelt brothers saw service in the War. Sister Ether was the first to see service in the War, as a nurse in the Ambulance Americane Hospital where her husband served as a surgeon. (more…)
Something for the weekend, The Green Leaves of Summer sung by the Lennon Sisters. Written for the 1960 film The Alamo by Paul Francis Webster, with music by Dimitri Tiomkin. The song exudes nostalgia and reflection, sentiments not usually associated with Summer.
He was a foe without hate; a friend without treachery; a soldier without cruelty; a victor without oppression; and a victim without murmuring. He was a public officer without vices; a private citizen without wrong; a neighbor without reproach; a Christian without hypocrisy and a man without guile. He was a Caesar without his ambition; Frederick without his tyranny; Napoleon without his selfishness; and Washington without his reward.
Benjamin H. Hill on Robert E. Lee
“It’s a warm spring Sunday at Saint Paul’s Episcopal Church in Richmond. As the minister is about to present Holy Communion, a tall well-dressed black man sitting in the section reserved for African Americans unexpectedly advances to the communion rail; unexpectedly because this has never happened here before.
The congregation freezes. Those who have been ready to go forward and kneel at the communion rail remain fixed in their pews. The minister stands in his place stunned and motionless. The black man slowly lowers his body, kneeling at the communion rail.
After what seems an interminable amount of time, an older white man rises. His hair snowy white, head up, and eyes proud, he walks quietly up the isle to the chancel rail.
So with silent dignity and self-possession, the white man kneels down to take communion along the same rail with the black man.
Lee has said that he has rejoiced that slavery is dead. But this action indicates that those were not idle words meant to placate a Northern audience. Here among his people, he leads wordlessly through example. The other communicants slowly move forward to the altar with a mixture of reluctance and fear, hope and awkward expectation. In the end, America would defy the cruel chain of history besetting nations torn apart by Civil War.”
From “April 1865: the Month that Saved America” (more…)
And, after that, the chunky man from the West, Stranger to you, not one of the men you loved As you loved McClellan, a rider with a hard bit, Takes you and uses you as you could be used, Wasting you grimly but breaking the hurdle down. You are never to worship him as you did McClellan, But at the last you can trust him. He slaughters you But he sees that you are fed. After sullen Cold Harbor They call him a butcher and want him out of the saddle, But you have had other butchers who did not win And this man wins in the end.
Stephen Vincent Benet, John Brown’s Body
“I appealed to Lincoln for his own sake to remove Grant at once, and, in giving my reasons for it, I simply voiced the admittedly overwhelming protest from the loyal people of the land against Grant’s continuance in command. I could form no judgment during the conversation as to what effect my arguments had upon him beyond the fact that he was greatly distressed at this new complication. When I had said everything that could be said from my standpoint, we lapsed into silence. Lincoln remained silent for what seemed a very long time. He then gathered himself up in his chair and said in a tone of earnestness that I shall never forget: ‘I can’t spare this man; he fights.‘”
Alexander McClure recalling a meeting with President Lincoln shortly after the Battle of Shiloh (more…)