Proud of Your Country – Chapter 3 Peace and War

Photo by Kaye Bewley

Bringing us a little closer to our modern day, when we consider what it was like for the population between the World Wars of the last century, we can see the devastation and destruction that it brought to individual lives on a small scale.

Thankfully, there are people who live in this world whose sole purpose is to save life.  People like, miacrystals, for instance, who have a pride in the work they do for that very life:

“Hi there, I’m extremely proud of my country because I’m a nurse working in the NHS and without exception it is the envy of the world. I’ve delivered life and seen death, I work hard and am paid well. I know that lots feel we should be paid more when you see footballers etc are paid x amount but I choose to be a nurse, its my vocation x    I have my own unit with 30 staff, we deliver excellent care and I am proud of them all, we work as a team and when things are tough we look after each other, we are not perfect but we fight to the death to make sure our patients get the care they deserve x” miacrystals @ NetLog (UK)

The good old National Health Service, who miacrystals toils away for, was set up to help the people of Great Britain after the Second World War (even though it is still paid for out of the British Taxpayers pocket).  It has since gone on to freely help the rest of the world that arrives on its doorstep – whatever the residents of the country think about that generosity.

The resident population of the UK, and indeed whole world, has increased rapidly over the past few years.  Those figures can be very scary numbers indeed.  Some of the ways that governments have tried to ‘calm’ them down is through sex education and health awareness.  Regardless, one of the primary control mechanisms (whether orchestrated or not) have been disease and war.

I’m not disregarding health as an important point to consider, but as we’re talking countries here, it is to the topic of war that I now turn.

Nope, not guns and big boys toys.  Sorry guys – but in this blog about proud of your country, it could only be about people and places and the obligations that are placed upon each individual under the flag they choose to reside.

Why do I need to bring up the subject of warfare in a blog about pride in your country?

Well, war nearly always ends up as the result of that ‘fight the good fight’ attitude we feel in our hearts.  We can see it on a small scale as in miacrystal’s case where she admirably ‘fights to the death’ to give the care needed, or indeed as we are witnessing amongst today’s young men in the Middle East.  But, we witness it more on a large scale – when we are all called to do our duty and march our merry way off for the Motherland.

That is, merry until we see the harm that is done to our fellow man.

Instinctively, we become angry on their behalf and we have a need inside in us to fight for that person.  It is then that a surge of protectiveness wells up inside us and we go out and defend, not only them, but what that person stands for – as well as the values that country holds.

I think, by now, all my friends on this channel are aware that I read a great many books.  And, like I did when I looked at my little finger from close up (and imagined it situated on that tiny globe of mine), when I take an overall view of those books and the war books in particular; the wars of the last centuy tell us that fighting to the death is a terribly sad fact of life.  In the last century alone, we have ‘legally’ murdered over 100 million people.

More pain has been caused through fighting for our own values, past hurts and an unwillingness to forgive, than at any other time in human history.  Countless more have suffered as a result of bereavement, becoming a refugee, or wounded.

This comment by Lil_menot got me thinking.

“Well I live in Australia and what makes me puff up with pride is the attitude the majority of Australians have when it comes to giving a helping hand to others, regardless of what Country they are in. By this I mean when someone else/country is in trouble, the Aussies are generally very generous helpers as in a monetary sense, getting in and helping restore infrastructure etc. It seems to be not a question of can we as Australians help, but “right here we are, where do you want us to start”. Its not only overseas but here at home as well. Mostly the Australians do this without being asked.   yup, they have got big hearts.”  Lil_menot @ NetLog (Australia)

If I take you deeper into that little globe, on a more personal (up close) journey, I can confess that I was in the Territorial Army for a while.  I enjoyed that experience and it offered me a sense of pride in my own country (the British are told we have the best fighting force in the world – is your nation told that too?), though I continually counted my blessings at how fortunate I was never to have entered a real battlefield.

Like the Australians that Lil_menot speaks of I, too, wanted to go out and help people – whoever they were, wherever they were, no questions asked.  It gave me a sense of pride, to know that I was doing at least some good for the benefit of mankind.

However, the experience of seeing the horrors of war is nigh on impossible for me to imagine.  Heck, I even hated it when I had to spear a soggy sand bag on an assault course!  I cannot imagine, nor do I wish to know, what it is like to have to kill someone. I’ve heard it said that an empathetic soldier is a useless one – as he’ll never follow orders without questioning.  So, except for when I watch the opening scenes of films like “Saving Private Ryan” and “Gladiator”, I can only be given a snippet of the awfulness that is involved for the soldiers having to perform it – and the civvies caught up in it.

But, I ask here:

Do we really have a right to compalin about warfare – and the men who perform it in blind service to their fellow countrymen – when, at its heart, like the contributions made here, war may possibly be a machine designed to save life?

Yes, you read right.  I did ask that question.

Is war, the machine of death, designed to save our life?  Our lifestyle and our freedom?  Is it to protect the freedom for us to think and explore in our own way as we do in whatever society we come from?

At home, we see a dashing soldier in uniform and read those romantic poems reaching far out from the bloody battlefield itself.  But the reality and the fear, the sweat and the tears, shows that no man undergoing it sees any romance in it.

On the other side of the coin, victory in war always shows us how much bravery and courageousness there can be within one individual when it’s called for.  An act of heroism that isn’t necessarily demonstrated in ordinary everyday life is seen every minute on the battlefield.

Obviously, even though technology has changed warfare over the centuries, battles remain a human concern: a matter of facing the fear, the issuing and following of orders, of cruelty and of compassion, of solidarity and of self-preservation.

And, at the end of all things, isn’t warfare a matter of ordinary men having to face the most extra-ordinary circumstances?  And underlying this, doesn’t it help us focus on what is important?  Comradeship in the face of hatred?  Unity in the face of separation?

“I am very proud of my country, not so much what it is now. But what it used to be. The British Empire, world wars 1 & 2. All make me proud to be English. I have an England tattoo on my back and a lot of people think it’s a bit tacky and represents hooliganism but i got it in tribute to my elders who fought to make this country what it is was, before it slowly slid into a warzone on the streets!”  Mike @ MySpace (England)

Just as Mike so honourably says, in our lives, there is always somebody who says or does something that will forever have an impact on us enough to change the way we view our world.  The courageous spirit of the men of the First World War quite rightly instill in us a glorious pride.

But big wars start in small, seemingly insignificant ways.

Kaye Bewley (c) 2012

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Proud of Your Country – Chapter 1 Past and Present

a proper globe!

Proud of Your Country – a blog in 6 parts (as it’s sooooo long, you see)

Having just experienced the biggest games on the planet (i.e. the Olympics, London 2012, in case you were asleep), I think this is the right time to post this blog.

1 – PAST & PRESENT

Far, far away in a land, long, long ago … whoops, we’re talking reality here, not fairytales, myths and legends … aren’t we?

Having said that, in order to explore this topic of ‘Pride in Your Country’, I would like to take a quick leap back in time – just a few hundred years or so.

ZZZZZzzzz …

What’s that I hear?

A History Lesson?

Clunk.  Thud. Crash.

Ooops!  Have you fallen off your chair with boredom already!

Already?

Cripes, any wizard’s and witches out there?  Can you wave your magic wand and wake the lads and lasses up!

I don’t know.  What’s so boring about the tales and exploits of our magnificently entertaining ancestors?  We’ve come a long way since the fall of Rome … but that’s another tale.

Bear with me – not physically (but I can’t stop your fantasies, of course) – and your mind might well be fantasitcally broadened, or not. One can but hope.

Now, where were we?

Oh yes, history.

There’s a special sense of ancestry about England (I’m talking about England here.  Not Britain, nor the United Kingdom.  No apologies – it’s my blog after all).  If you live here, or if you’ve visited our shores, you can’t mistake that.  And while there’s a ‘cosiness’ about it, there’s something rather edgey too.  It lives comfortably between two extremes – on the one hand beautiful meandering green pastureland offers up pictures of pretty cottages inviting you to gasp in wonder, on the other you’ll find colourless tower blocks in a landscape of steel and concrete that make you wonder.

Perhaps it is arrogance on my part, but I cannot think of a person who doesn’t know what Big Ben looks like, or The Tower of London’s iconic Beefeaters.  Yes, I believe England has a majesty all of its own.

None of this history comes without its price though.  And, before we go any further, take a look at this comment:

 “I’m proud of all the great things this island nation of ours has given to the world, it’s art, it’s culture, it’s industrial innovations, it’s architecture, it’s laws, it’s language.  I am proud of all those people who still love and cherish these lands of ours and appreciate the sacrifices those who have gone before us have made to keep this a reasonably green and pleasant land.”   Ian @ MySpace (UK)

All this has been achieved thanks to the guidance of a ruler who was abused as a child and remained a childless single woman – Elizabeth 1st (plus a few more hardworking men who preceded her).  It was Elizabeth 1st who took a debt-ridden backwater nation out of poverty and turned it into a super-power.  It is Ian’s comment that prompts me to stand up for the St. George’s flag that flies as an emblem of defiant hope and patriotism.

When Ian pointed out that he appreciated the sacrifices people have made for ‘this land of ours’, I became aware of the fact that this is a restless earth and wanted to take a giant leap back to the very beginning when there was only gas and dust.

Gas and dust?  But, where’s this green, green grass we’re supposed to be proud of?

Hang on a tick, and I’ll get there.

A hell of a lot of people seem to think that this green and pleasand land was formed around about 4.6 million years ago – from that cloud of gas and dust.  Oddly enough, we were made out of it too (so perhaps the Bible talks some sense after all?)  (Or was it the aliens?)  (Phlut, phlut, let’s not get side-tracked here …).

On the other hand, I would like to deviate for a second and let you into a little secret.

For a long time, ever since I was a little girl, I wished with all my heart for a globe.  My ex-boyfriend knew my dream and (bless him) acted upon it one Christmas (yes, you ‘Yankees’ readin’ this – I prefer not to call it ‘Holiday Season’ – no offence, of course).  He promised me one and, forgive my expectation here, but I imagined all sorts of possibilities, the one I liked best was a big beautiful azure blue crystal globe I saw in a shop window in St. Andrew’s, once upon a time.

Alas, that is what it remained.  A fairy tale, for my gift now sits on my bookshelf.  All 3 inches of it.  If you kink it correctly you can just about see Russia.  God only knows where England is!

Regardless, I’m kind of pleased he didn’t give me the one I wanted.  Why?  Because it taught me to do something rather special – think outside the box.

I look at that globe and it becomes apparent to me how small we really are.  For instance, I can look at a paper-cut on my little finger and see how big a problem that is for me – it bloody well hurts!  More so than when a whole bone in my hand was shattered (it’s true!).  Then I look at that three inch globe and think, “where am I’m located on it and how big is my finger from that point of view?”

Tiny!!!!

I’d even go as far to say ‘miniscule’.  Smaller than the dot at the end of this sentence

Did you look for it?  The dot.

Now, let’s bring us back to the present.

When we saw all those different nationalities on that tv screen, did you think the same as I did?  That the world is a wonderful place.  It’s full of people who want only the best – not only for themselves and their nations – but for their families too.  The one’s they love.  The one’s that share their lives.  The one’s that have helped them in their efforts to achieve their goals.

It’s that that makes me think that the land that’s under our feet may be different, and the borders may be there to remind us that we come from differnt turfs, and the languages may be there to stop anyone else understanding what we’re saying … but the personalities are the same.

We want to like others and be liked in return.  We want to do our best.  We want to give.

So, what is it that makes us fight?  Surely not to protect the land we walk upon?  Surely not for glory or gain?  Surely not for the want of worshipping some being in the heavens above?

If we all want the same things, then why can’t we get on together?

I’ll leave you a while to ponder those questions and perhaps post your own response – until the next blog: Illusion or Enlightenment?

Bridge over a bubbling brook …

The relationship game is changing.  For the past 60 or 70 years, the girls have been moving the fence posts.

  • Boundaries have broken down
  • Family life has opened up 
  • Men have got softer
  • Women have got tougher
  • We all air our smalls to the public at large …

It’s like a bridge has been crossed.

Of course, none of this would have been possible if men and women hadn’t worked together.  Yet, if the news media had its way, we would still be barking mad with each other.

Think about it for a minute.

Cast your mind back to the last time …

GUYS: you held the door open for her – or, dare I say it ‘wolf whistled’ at a gorgeous piece of skirt.

Or,

GIRLS: he offered you his coat or said “You look beautiful!”

What was your first thought? 

What did you do? 

How did you react?

Probably (if you’re a woman) a little embarrassed and edgy and said

“No thanks.  I’m fine.” To the first, or “Liar!” to the second.

And, quite possibly (if you’re a man) you felt a bit embarrassed your offer or appreciative gesture was rejected.

So, what are we to do?

GUYS: keep doing what you know in your gut comes natural.  Have courage in that big heart of yours – and act on your first thought.  It’s usually right.

GIRLS: Cast aside those little insecurities.  Think – just for a wee second, before you act.  Think of how he’s feeling inside.  Trust me, he’s not as tough as he makes out.  And remember to smile and say that magic little word …

‘Thank you!” 

As that good old saying keeps coming back to haunt time and again – ‘Manners Maketh Man – and Woman’

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