How Far Would You Go To Protect Your Home And Family? A WW2 Soldier Has A Very Clear Answer
You may talk o’ gin and beer
When you’re quartered safe out here….
- Rudyard Kipling from Gunga Din
In the wake of the decision by Attorney General Eric Holder to seek an investigation into the methods used by CIA interrogators who, after 9-11, interviewed the people who were thought suspect or connected to the killing of over 3,000 Americans, I thought I would present a bit of perspective from someone who once wrestled (briefly) with their conscience over the very same thing.
And, I have to ask, while you’re quartered safe with home and civilization and safety, just how far would you go to protect your family and your descendants?
We’ve done this before, fighting with a bitter enemy who wanted only our complete destruction or subjugation, and we rightfully questioned our own judgment when it ended with a mushroom cloud over Japan. I’d like to present one soldier’s view of just how he felt in 1945 after he’d heard the bomb had been dropped on Hiroshima.
The late George MacDonald Fraser, author of the brilliant – and brilliantly fun – Flashman novels wasn’t just an historical comedy writer. He’d also been a British soldier in the incredibly ugly and brutal jungle war in Burma, fighting a determined and fatalistic enemy embodied in the Japanese Army.
Fraser, in his autobiography Quartered Safe Out Here tells us just how he felt when he’d heard the bomb had been dropped and what destruction it had brought:
The dropping of the bomb was a hideous thing, and I do not wonder that some of those who bore a part in it have been haunted by it all their lives. If it was not barbaric, then the word has no meaning……
……Could I say, yes, Grandarse or Nick or Forster were expendable, and should have died rather than the victims of Hiroshima? No, never. And that goes for every Indian, American, Australian, African, Chinese, and other soldier whose life was on the line in August, 1945. So drop the bomb.
And then he gets much more personal when he discusses his chances of surviving (about 4 to 1 for British soldiers in Burma) had the bomb not been dropped:
But I might have been that one, in which case my three children and six grandchildren would never have been born. And that, I’m afraid, is where all discussion of pros and cons evaporates and becomes meaningless, because for those nine lives I would pull the plug on the whole Japanese nation and never even blink. And so, I dare suggest, would you. And if you wouldn’t, you may be nearer to the divine than I am but you sure as hell aren’t fit to be parents or grandparents.
Harsh? Maybe. Or maybe Fraser had a more realistic view of what it could have been had drastic measures not been taken against an implacable enemy.
So – before any of us, liberal, conservative, left or right, sit in the comfort of our safe quarters and hurrumphs in judgment over the men and women who questioned the Al-Qaeda people as they were captured after 9-11, and questions their methods and motivations, I say we ask ourselves this:
How far would I go? Where would I stop if I knew I had someone in my hands was willing and able to kill my family, my friends, and my countrymen and I could stop them if I could get answers from them?
If you can honestly say that you’d back off for the sake of political expediency or correctness then, in the words of George MacDonald Fraser, you are certainly closer to the divine than I am. Or, just maybe, closer to something else on the other end of the scale.
Prosecuting the men and women of the CIA for protecting their homes and country is wrong on so many levels that I simply can’t list them all. But, it’s easy, isn’t it, to sit in judgment from the comforts of home, family, and office?
It’s easy for D.C. poltiticians to pronounce judgement when they’re quartered safe – right here.



