![Quote](images/metro/blue/misc/quote_icon.png)
Originally Posted by
homintern
![Quote](images/metro/blue/misc/quote_icon.png)
Originally Posted by
Marsilius
"...Take up our quarrel with the foe..."An understandable sentiment if penned in the midst of war, perhaps, but rather jarring for 90 years later.
I don't have any quarrel with that line. The one I think, in the very long-term, is complete tosh is the one about breaking faith
Why?
I have a quarrel with
both of you, as you both appear to have completely misunderstood the poem, the circumstances in which it was written, and what John McCrae meant by taking up the quarrel
and breaking the faith.
Lt Colonel McCrae was not a jingoist, but a doctor and the son of a military doctor. He had taken part in the Second Boer War as an officer in the Canadian Field Artillery, from 1899 - 1904, and when he re-enlisted it was as a surgeon in the same unit. He wrote the poem in 1915, the day after he had officiated at the funeral of a friend and former student, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, who had been killed by a shell burst.
He firmly believed that without reinforcements, sufficient manpower and the right equipment the war would be lost and additional lives lost on
both sides - a sentiment many military professionals consider very true in
today's major wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. Whether you agree with these wars or not (and personally I support the former but condemn the latter), his sentiment still appears to be only
too valid
"90 years later".
The "
faith" he referred to, as he made very clear in later poems and in letters and reported conversations, did not mean simply keeping the faith by ensuring that those who died did not do so in vain (as the expression goes), but meant that ultimately they were fighting to end
all wars and make a repetition of such waste unnecessary. He was known to treat
all casualties (Canadian, British, Indian, French,
and German) equally, to the best of his ability, and he made his hope that "
the guns" would "
fall silent тАж some day, anon" very clear in another poem he wrote in 1918, shortly before he died of pneumonia:
The Anxious Dead
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear
Above their heads the legions pressing on:
(These fought their fight in time of bitter fear,
And died not knowing how the day had gone.)
O flashing muzzles, pause, and let them see
The coming dawn that streaks the sky afar;
Then let your mighty chorus witness be
To them, and Caesar, that we still make war.
Tell them, O guns, that we have heard their call,
That we have sworn, and will not turn aside,
That we will onward till we win or fall,
That we will keep the faith for which they died.
Bid them be patient, and some day, anon,
They shall feel earth enwrapt in silence deep;
Shall greet, in wonderment, the quiet dawn,
And in content may turn them to their sleep.
Laurence Binyon, the author of the poem
For the Fallen, who worked for the Red Cross on the Western Front in an ambulance unit, wrote the poem specifically about the British war dead, but when the fourth verse is read as the
Ode to Remembrance at British and Commonwealth services it is read to commemorate
all dead in
all wars:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.