Arguing with the Boss


‘War! What is it good for? Absolutely Nothing, say it again!!!’. With the latest bs
going on in Lebanon, you might think Bruce was Absolutely Right about that one.
On the other hand war’s absolutely good for one thing, namely WAR MOVIES!
A couple of months ago I dreamt I was a soldier in a fictitious war. I’m not going
into the details other than at one point in my dream Gyz was walking down the
street, asking me what on earth I was doing all dressed up like that. I simply
replied that if he wanted to close his eyes for the situation I respected that, but
that my mind was made up. I was going all out for war!

Since then I rented and bought myself a couple of great warflicks; Hamburger
Hill, Lawrence of Arabia, Black Hawk Down and one that especially grasped my
throat called March or Die. The thing that gets to me mostly in these movies is
the fact that it’s usually about people who do not particularly care for politics,
yet they do care about companionship and honour. Besides this, some of them
care about fighting. I’m not much of a fighter. In my life I only fought when I
had to and there was no option of acting otherwise. But it is part of being a
human being, somehow. There’s a certain romantic desperation to it, anyway.

The thing is this; when I had that dream about me being in a war I noted I was
actually DOING something. My actions had a direct effect. Whether they were
‘right’ or not. But it wasn’t until I had seen Patton, that I felt a sensation that
truly scared the hell out of me: I like war.

Patton at the end of the film stated the 2nd World War was the last righteous
war, since long range missiles (which were first used by the Nazis at the end
of WWII) are faceless, cowardice oponents operated by politicians. I think he
was right about that. Although no war can be good for men, at least when
there’s two groups of soldiers killing each other (men who know they could
actually get killed) there seems to be a certain dignity about the whole thing.

George C. Scott, who was really absolutely amazing and won an Academy
Award for his brilliant performance, did not pick up the Oscar. It was the
seventees, baby… Love, love, love…


  1. M
    Posted August 9, 2006 at 12:08 pm | Permalink

    Some days ago i had a conversation with a Serbian guy from the special forces (1998), allready retired from the army, but still thinking like a soldier. With Ratko Mladić as his hero. He asked me ‘what would you do if they killed your sister, your brother, father and mother? This question is still haunting me as being a pascifist. Mindtrick or primitive urge?

  2. Posted August 9, 2006 at 5:05 pm | Permalink

    to m: thats a classic mindtrick, urging you to think in an ‘eye for an eye’ way.

    anyway, I dont get it: ‘and won an Academy
    Award for his brilliant performance, did not pick up the Oscar.’

    isnt that the same thing?

  3. de vogel
    Posted August 9, 2006 at 5:09 pm | Permalink

    Ho even… voor het helemaal mis gaat: in die tijd was het nogal HET ding dat je moest vinden dat kunst maken absoluut geen wedstrijd kon zijn en je dus daarom de oscar weigerde… Althans, zo werkte dat voor Brando, Hoffman en lieden als Jane Fonda die er van werd beschuldigd haar dankwoord als dekmantel gebruikte om haar politieke ideeën te spuien. In die zin bedoelde ik ‘de groovy seventees’… Ik zou eens moeten googelen naar de redenen van de heer Scott. En u allen ook, wellicht.