Chap wrote:I sort of like Water Dog's sincerity. And when he saysWater Dog wrote:A lot of conjecture that's above my pay grade.
I'll go along with that.
I'd like to add to that a little. In Water Dog, I think we can perhaps hear something of the voice of the soldier who is trained to fight, but gets little voice in where he is sent or what he does when he gets there (which is, by the way, pretty much the way it has to be). His loyalty is to his immediate group, and from time to time he is bound to ask, sometimes louder than others, why the hell his best buddies are getting killed and injured, and what is gained by that. What's it all for? Who's making these decisions and what good does it do?
If they didn't feel like that some of, or all of the time, they'd be sick bastards. In fact, I have rarely found serving soldiers, officers or enlisted men to be particularly enthusiastic about war in itself, even if they are proud about being good at their jobs. Sometime the alienation can be extreme.
There is a story from WWI Britain, when a conscientious objector was arrested for refusing to answer the draft, and the police sergeant informed him with some relish that he was to be put in the same cell as a bunch of soldiers on leave from the trenches who had been arrested for being 'drunk and disorderly' the night before. No doubt the sergeant thought he might have a hard time, and get beaten up in a way the sergeant might find satisfactory.
What actually happened was this, according to the account I heard:
Soldier to conscientious objector:
Wot you in for then, mate?
Conscientious objector:
(Draws deep breath) I refused to join the army because I think war is murder. (Prepares for the worst ...)
Soldiers:
Yeah, that's just wot it ****ing is!
****ing b****y murder, that's all!
You tell 'em, mate!
Stick at it!
And so on ...