I’ve seen a few war movies lately, stuff like George Clooney’s Monuments Men. (I knew that the Nazis had stolen a lot of important art, but not that they’d destroyed so much—though I wasn’t surprised.) While westerns tend to celebrate the individual man of action, war movies are about teamwork. I was thinking that the Star Wars movie Rogue One was like a war movie, but to explain this fully I’d have to spoil the ending!
Of course the war movie genre has its notorious cliches. Like the unit who say “The hell we retreat!,” then they stay and fight and achieve a stunning victory. (Just once I’d like to seem stay and fight and instantly get wiped out…) Or the tough sergeant who pleads to the wounded soldier “Don’t die on me!” Or the soldier who says just before the big attack, “Who wants to live forever?” (Sounds good to me.) Or the POW telling the Japanese torturers, “All you’re getting from me is my name, rank and serial number!”
In her historical novel The King Must Die, Mary Renault mentions that November is the traditional month for human sacrifice. I know this because William Manchester cited her at the end of The Death of a President, his 1967 history about Kennedy’s assassination. He suggested that November 22 was one of several famous deaths that happened in that month.
Why do I mention this? It occurred to me that November is an appropriate month for Armistice Day, considering that what we’re remembering is people being sent off to risk and often sacrifice their lives to serve the interests of their community. That isn’t so different from ancient times, though now they’re sent to defeat other nations rather than to appease pagan gods.
Of course it’s important for a nation’s citizens to recognize the difficulties and sacrifices of their soldiers, even when they’re sent into the wrong wars. (Perhaps especially then!) But we do them no favour by pretending that a wrong war was actually right, that the criminal aggression they were ordered to carry out was actually a “just war.” In the USA, since the Vietnam War in the 1960s, there's been a tendency by the politicians at the top of the pyramid—I’m including the top generals—to hide behind the same soldiers they’ve put in harm’s way! “If you’re against our war, you’re against the boys fighting it!” The truth is that most antiwar dissidents felt nothing but sympathy for the millions of GIs sent into ‘Nam, and many were motivated by wanting to bring them home while they were still in one piece. One antiwar poster said “Support our troops—bring them home!”
American naval hero Stephen Decatur said, “Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong!” This was the start of the slogan “My country, right or wrong.” Yet Decatur did implicitly recognize that the USA could be in the wrong, and it shouldn’t be considered “anti-American” to point this out when it happens. (On the contrary, surely it’s in a nation’s true interest to recognize its fallibility.) Too many people are implicitly saying “My country is never in the wrong, and if you say it is you’re unpatriotic!”
After 9/11 some Americans talked about moral clarity, but took it to mean “We’re the Good Guys, and our enemies are the Bad Guys!” Such “moral clarity” is just self-serving group loyalty based in doublethink, as George Orwell would surely recognize. It leads society into the dangerous rationale, “We’re right and they’re wrong, therefore everything we do to fight them is automatically right.” That’s putting the cart before the horse: it’s only when we do the right things—or at least avoid doing wrong things—that we can consider ourselves to be in the right.
My idea of true moral clarity is in Martin Luther King’s quote, “Every morning before we’ve finished breakfast, we are in debt to the farmer.” It should be about recognizing your own responsibilities and failings, not rationalizing your aggressions.