Rudyard Kipling"
āWhen you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldierā
General Douglas MacArthur"
āWe are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.ā
āIt is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.ā āOld soldiers never die; they just fade away.
āThe soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.ā
āMay God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .ā āThe object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
āNobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
āIt is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
The defenders had been too civilized for this sort of thing. They stuck to the pillboxes along the highways, defended the airfields, stood at the bridges, guarded the cities, gallantly did everything the manuals said to do. Many of them knew how to hunt the fox, shoot grouse, stalk tigers; but none of them had been hunted by animals before. They were confused by this enemy, and General Pownall's successor (who was secretly appointed early this week*) would have the job of unconfusing them, of inventing countermeasures, of applying them in desperate haste.
Three-Ply Weakness. But most of the causes of Britain's difficulty in Malaya did not stem from the enemy. They lay, deep as marrow, within Britain's men.
There was, first of all, professional jealousy of a very special sort. Before the Japanese attack, the British Navy, rightfully proud of (but somewhat muscle-bound by) its tradition, was unable to see why it should not have supreme charge of defending Singapore, the greatest naval base in the Far East. Wiser heads in London knew that the real dangers were by land and sky. They put an airman, Air Chief Marshal Sir Robert Brooke-Popham, in command of all three services. At once the Army began to needle the R.A.F., the Navy to needle both.
Air Chief Marshal Brooke-Popham saw the need for scattered airfields all up & down the Malayan jungle, had them built, ordered their protection. Judging by the speed with which some of those airfields fell, the Army did not jump to its task with quite enough eagerness. The Repulse and the Prince of Wales are monuments, on the floor of the sea, to the Far Eastern Fleet's inability to comprehend the meaning of the word cooperation.
Shut-Eye Weakness. It is not clear whether Air Chief Marshal Brooke-Popham himself understood what it ought to mean. Surprisingly, for an airman, he represented the old school of the British Army. Although the Singapore custom was to take an afternoon nap, he began to drop off at odd and inconvenient hoursāin conference, at dinner parties. He was full of a super-Anglo-Saxon complacency, told the public and his superiors that he was ready for come-Hell.
Air Weakness. The result was that the Japanese quickly got command of the air over Malaya, and the defenders were now badly in need of air power to help land power defend sea power. Last week the Japanese bombed, not only the forward posts of land power, but the base of sea power, Singapore.
In London a British spokesman explained how this shortage was putting a crimp in Allied naval action: "Without an umbrella of protecting planes from carriers or land bases, warships would be at the mercy of Japanese aircraft from dozens of bases. ..."
The City. General Pownall must have reported that his greatest disappointment, in his brief eye-opener in Malaya, was his discovery of the Singapore spirit. For what he found was not the old robust, acquisitive East, but an effete, tired, hypercivilized society.
Cold storage, electricity and the automobile had in recent years made life in Singapore so pleasant that many British, both officers and men, had become a little hazy about the threat to their possessions and habits. The officers had fallen into a routine to which they considered themselves entitled: stengahs or gin slings at the Raffles, diversions at two cricket clubs, a swimming club, a yacht club, a golf club, purely social clubs like the exclusive Tanglin, a race course complete with the most modern of totalisators, leisurely perusals of the Straits Times, excursions, for mad dogs and Englishmen, into the noonday sun, naps late in the afternoon, pahit (cocktail) parties, must dress, late nights, good times.
General Pownall had found in the city plenty of monuments in stone and bronze, but almost none in flesh, to a spirit which would have been more than equal to Malaya's jamāthat of Sir Stamford Raffles, founder of the city. Besides the great ramshackle Raffles Hotel, Singapore boasts a Raffles Place, a Raffles Institution, a Raffles Library, a Raffles Museum, a Raffles statueābut not a Raffles soul. There were not many men in this Singapore who would bother, as Raffles did, to learn the Malayan language at 25, to undertake the
Governorship of a black, uncharted Java at 30, then to deal fairly with natives, to write a history of Java, to collect maps, curios, flora, faunaāand finally, against the opposition of his elders, to snatch an island and found a city (at the age of 37) dedicated to free trade, vigorous justice, mixed honor and unceasing labor. This was a pungent man; Britain needed more like him in the East.
One Man. How pungent General Pownall would prove to be in his new job, no one could tell last week. Like all men entering on new duties, he was praised. But the only true test would be his performanceāthe immediate index of which would be results in Malaya, the ultimate index results in all eastern Asia.
His main fame is based on his brilliant work before and at Dunkirk. As Lord Gort's Chief of Staffāthe same job in France as this one in Asia-he carried the entire responsibility for the details of withdrawal. With scarcely any sleep at all, he moved G.H.Q. eight times in 20 days, took the worst news without blinking, seldom referred to maps because he carried a large-scale one around in his head.
Besides this record, he has some qualities which though they may not hold Malaya or take back Hong Kong, suggest that he is a good fighting general. He is youngā54. His superiors think him bright: he first came to public view in 1938 when he jumped 100 seniority places to become Director of Military Operations and Intelligence. He looks and sounds like a man with the juice of command in him: short, stocky, broad-shouldered, spruce, calm-voiced, neat, a pipe-smoker. He is a man of few wordsā"a most precise fellow," says a colleagueābut the words are peppery and to the point; he once reported a three-hour Imperial war conference in eight lines.
Specifically fortunate in his present job are two attributes. He knows something about the Japanese because he spent his childhood in Japan, where his father built many miles of railway and where Henry learned to speak, read and write Japanese. And he was first in time and remains first in sentiment an artillery manāa specialty for which the Supreme Command may be thankful if Singapore, a regular gun-porcupine of an island, falls under close siege.
He has, on the other hand, some non-Raffles qualities, which may not help him much. His precision verges on brusqueness: he's the sort, his men say, who keeps a dog and barks himself. He represents the gent-sport kind of soldier of which the East has too many. He was the best swimmer of his generation at Woolwich, is a fine golfer, a keen shot, a good skier (passed his "second class" tests at 40), an enthusiastic horseman (once whip of the Staff College drag), an experienced salmon-fisherman (in peacetime went all the way to Norway and Iceland to indulge in this pastime). He has had no jungle experience, although the War Office hopes his brief experience on the Indian North West Frontier in 1930-31 will help him. Some fear that his expert withdrawing capacity, as exemplified at Dunkirk, may be just the wrong thing for the Far East, where the Allies have already done too much withdrawing.
*Australians hoped, with a somewhat bitter hope, that it would be General Sir Thomas Blarney, or some other Australian (see p. 30). The source....
