Tag: american civil war

  • War Tourists: Tourist Wars

    War Tourists: Tourist Wars

    Human beings have always thoroughly enjoyed watching other human beings fighting and dying. The excitement over gladiatorial combat in the Roman Arena lived on long after Rome fell.

    There were English Lords watching the Battle of Waterloo while eating strawberries and drinking champagne provided by Fortnum and Mason..

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    Tourist companies arranged package tours to the Crimea during the Crimean War for the upper classes who got up before dawn, settled themselves comfortably with their cushions, telescopes and picnic baskets, dodged the stray bullets from the Russians, and allowed themselves to be diverted by the ensuing slaughter.

    A large crowd watched the third bombardment of Sebastopol, resulting in the massacre of 6,000 British and Allied troops, with evident satisfaction. 

    Another bombardment took place on 18 June at Cathcart’s Hill. Tourists hauling picnic baskets arrived just before dawn and sat all day long in the heat to watch 3,500 French soldiers killed and 1,500 British cut to shreds in a hail of grapeshot and bullets, and ‘the ladies thoroughly enjoyed the fun’, wrote Captain Portal.

    Wish You Were Here

     

    In America, The Civil War likewise provided plenty of innocent entertainment for civilians. Hundreds of tourists watched the First Battle of Bull Run in 1861. Roared on by the crowd, the soldiers fought and died; 4,700 lives were lost. It makes the World Cup feel a little tame.

     

    Picnic at the first battle of Bull Run.

     

    Against this background, the young men recently noticed in the television news carrying a sofa up a hill to watch a bombardment  in comfort were simply following a long tradition.

    It has long disturbed me that it is possible to be – in fact, difficult to avoid being – that same tourist in modern battles, with a grandstand view of the horror and misery of war dished up on the television screen in the comfort of your own home; no longer only for the well-heeled; for everyone. You don’t have to carry your sofa anywhere; you just sit on it and war comes to you.

    How are we meant to respond? There is so little we can do to help; pledging money to UNICEF is not the same human action as being able to pick up a screaming child and comfort it, soothe its pain.

    Watching a child suffer, however moved you might feel, cannot help the child; sometimes it feels as if our very compassion is itself dangerous and obscene, as Margaret Atwood felt in the 1960s; liable to cause more bloodshed.

    We feel guilty if we watch and guilty if we don’t. Complicit, whatever we do. Miserable, appalled, helpless.. but, unlike the people who are actually having to endure it, not just for the second they are caught on camera, but for the rest of their lives, able to wander off and make ourselves a nice cup of tea, to feel better. Which makes us feel worse.

    I suppose, though, that we have inched on a little.  At least we don’t call it ”Fun”.

    It is Dangerous to Read Newspapers (1968)

    Margaret Atwood.

    While I was building neat castles in the sandbox,

    the hasty pits were filling with bulldozed corpses

    and as I walked to the school washed and combed,

    my feet stepping on the cracks in the cement detonated red bombs.

    Now I am grownup and literate,

    and I sit in my chair as quietly as a fuse

    and the jungles are flaming, the under- brush is charged with soldiers,

    the names on the difficult maps go up in smoke.

    I am the cause,

    I am a stockpile of chemical toys,

    my body is a deadly gadget,

    I reach out in love, my hands are guns,

    my good intentions are completely lethal.

    Even my passive eyes

    transmute everything I look at

    to the pocked black and white of a war photo,

    how can I stop myself

    It is dangerous to read newspapers.

    Each time I hit a key on my electric typewriter,

    speaking of peaceful trees

    another village explodes.

  • Drum

    Drum

    Drums are the most visceral of instruments. Tuned to our own heartbeats, shaking our blood, they are as immediate as sex.

    From the earliest of times they have been as central to sacred ritual as to mindless frenzy, as essential to rigid military discipline as to dance; to victory celebrations as to funerals; wonderful, exhilarating, terrifying drums.

    We almost certainly began by using ourselves as drums; clapping and hitting the chest and knees with open hands. This was very varied rhythmically, but it must have been difficult to get above a certain volume without inflicting pain; and so we created what must have been one of the first musical instruments.

    The original drum was probably an animal hide stretched over a hollow log which was held in place by wooden or metal pins and twine.

    We are not the only animals that use clapping;

    Macaque monkeys drum objects in a rhythmic way to show social dominance and this has been shown to be processed in a similar way in their brains to vocalizations suggesting an evolutionary origin to drumming as part of social communication.

    Other primates make drumming sounds by chest beating or hand clapping,and rodents such as kangaroo rats also make similar sounds using their paws on the ground. (Wikipedia: and all subsequent quotes)

    Drums made with alligator skins have been found in Neolithic cultures located in China, dating to a period of 5500–2350 BC. 

    Bronze Dong Son drums are were fabricated by the Bronze Age Dong Son culture of northern Vietnam. They include the ornate Ngoc Lu drum.

    Drums are used not only for their musical qualities, but also as a means of communication over great distances in all cultures. The talking drums of Africa are used to imitate the tone patterns of spoken language. Throughout Sri Lankan history drums have been used for communication between the state and the community, and Sri Lankan drums have a history stretching back over 2500 years.

    Most cultures practice drumming as a spiritual or religious passage and interpret drummed rhythm similarly to spoken language or prayer.  As a discipline, drumming concentrates on training the body to punctuate, convey and interpret musical rhythmic intention to an audience and to the performer.

     

    The Cool Web by Robert Graves uses drums to express terror; and in particular, the terror of war.

    Children are dumb to say how hot the day is,

    How hot the scent is of the summer rose,

    How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky,

    How dreadful the tall soldiers drumming by…

    Drums have been used in all areas of military life throughout history.

    During pre-Columbian warfare, Aztec nations were known to have used drums to send signals to the battling warriors. The Rig Veda, one of the oldest religious scriptures in the world, contain several references to the use of Dundhubi (war drum). Arya tribes charged into battle to the beating of the war drum and chanting of a hymn that appears in Book VI of the Rig Veda and also the Atharva Veda where it is referred to as the “Hymn to the battle drum”.

     

    Chinese troops used tàigǔ drums to motivate troops, to help set a marching pace, and to call out orders or announcements. For example, during a war between Qi and Lu in 684 BC, the effect of drum on soldier’s morale is employed to change the result of a major battle.

    Fife-and-drum corps of Swiss mercenary foot soldiers also used drums. They used an early version of the snare drum carried over the player’s right shoulder, suspended by a strap (typically played with one hand using traditional grip). It is to this instrument that the English word “drum” was first used.

    I couldn’t find any images of the one handed drum – but these are early Swiss mercenary drummers using later snare drums:

    Similarly, during the English Civil War rope-tension drums would be carried by junior officers as a means to relay commands from senior officers over the noise of battle. These were also hung over the shoulder of the drummer and typically played with two drum sticks. Different regiments and companies would have distinctive and unique drum beats only they recognized. 

     

    Children were used to play the drums in the heat of battle, presumably because they were expendable; they must have been easy targets, even in the din of battle, and, as they relayed commands, they were worth taking out.

    Drummer boy in Union Army
    child soldier in the US civil war

    André Estienne was a drummer with Napoleon Bonaparte’s army at the Battle of the Bridge of Arcole in 1796, where he led his battalion across a river while holding his drum over his head, and on reaching the far bank, beat the “charge”. This led to the capture of the bridge and the rout of the Austrian army.

    On 28 November at the Second Battle of Cawnpore, 15-year-old Thomas Flynn, a drummer with the 64th Regiment of Foot, was awarded the Victoria Cross. “During a charge on the enemy’s guns, Drummer Flynn, although wounded himself, engaged in a hand-to-hand encounter with two of the rebel artillerymen”. He remains the youngest recipient of the medal.

    Thirteen year old Charles King was the youngest soldier killed in the entire American Civil War (1861-1865). Charles enlisted in the 49th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry with the reluctant permission of his father at the age of 12 years, 5 months and 9 days. On September 17, 1862 at the Battle of Antietam or Battle of Sharpsburg he was mortally wounded near or in the area of the East Woods, carried from the field and died three days later.

    Drummer boy in US Civil War

    The use of drums beyond the parade ground declined rapidly as the 19th century progressed, being replaced by the bugle in the signalling role, although it was often the drummers who were required to play them.  

    The most notorious use of drums was in recruitment. There was nothing like a brilliantly red uniform on a handsome soldier beating a drum in a drizzly grey village marketplace to bring in the young men..

    1812 recruiting officer – with his drummer

    The Cambridge Intelligencer (August 3, 1793)

    By the Late Mr. Scott, the Quaker.

    I hate that drum’s discordant sound,
    Parading round, and round, and round:
    To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields,
    And lures from cities and from fields,
    To sell their liberty for charms
    Of tawdry lace and glitt’ring arms;
    And when Ambition’s voice commands,
    To fight and fall in foreign lands.

    I hate that drum’s discordant sound,
    Parading round, and round, and round:
    To me it talks of ravaged plains,
    And burning towns and ruin’d swains,
    And mangled limbs, and dying groans,
    And widow’s tears, and orphans moans,
    And all that Misery’s hand bestows,
    To fill a catalogue of woes.

     

     

The Cool Web : A Robert Graves Oratorio
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