This morning’s NYTimes book section reviews the new book by David Finkel, Thank
You For Your Service.
For several of the battalion’s
survivors, who are struggling with a variety of psychological and physical
ailments, home assumes an unrelenting immediacy that proves more baffling and
tormenting than the war itself.
By chance, I was just now reading Oliver Goldsmith’s classic
18th-century essay “A Reverie at the Boar’s Head Tavern in Eastcheap”. Here recounts the tale of a
simple soldier, who,
by his courage and his conduct in numberless battles, had obtained at
last a colonel’s commission …; from several wounds, however, he was at
last rendered incapable of following his master to the field: wherefore he was considered as a piece
of useless lumber, which is thrown aside to rot in a corner. Soldiers then fought, while their vigour remained, in defence
of their country; and in old
age were obliged to beg their
bread thro’ those kingdoms which their valour had saved.
The same might be said, of many a miner, and many a ditch-digger, and many a gandy-dancer, throughout time.
[Update Veterans Day 2013]
[Update Veterans Day 2013]
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