Monday, 18 November 2019

Solidarity with Bolivia



You’re listening to Back in the USSR on 93.3 FM CFRU, this is Siegfried, and tonight I want to draw attention to a crime of massive proportions that has been unleashed upon the population of a majority indigenous nation at the heart of the Land of the Condor, South America.  I want to talk about the violent overthrow of the first ever indigenous president in the Americas and the brutalization of his people by monsters.  And I want to talk about how the same people, long oppressed by colonizers and imperialists beyond their borders, are fighting back and resisting en masse in the streets and in the countryside against the fascistic forces trying to crush them along with their way of life and hard-won freedoms.  Brothers and sisters, I want to talk about what has been happening in the country Bolivia and explain to you why Evo Morales, a man of the indigenous Aymara nation and deposed president of Bolivia, who is now living in exile in Mexico, stated last week that “Dictatorship has returned to Bolivia” and why Nick Estes of the Guardian (himself of the Lower Brule Sioux nation) described his overthrow by US-backed forces as “a coup against indigenous people”.  Upwards of 90% of the Bolivian population is indigenous, and, as I intend to make clear, the coup plotters who have taken over the country, with the support of countries like Canada, do not represent them and have nothing on their agenda but colonialism and racist violence.

First of all, I’ll tell you something that you don’t know.  In November 2010, I helped to organize a conference at the University of Guelph entitled “Canada-Bolivia Relations in the Next Decade”, which included the former Bolivian minister of agriculture, Hugo Salvatierra Gutierrez, as a keynote speaker.  We had several other speakers too, Judy Rebick of rabble.ca was one of them.  I was part of a Bolivia solidarity organization at the time, which was largely responsible for putting on this event, and, although that organization was short lived and that conference in late 2010 was the only major event we ever did, it was still a real turning point for me.  It was really the first time that I’d engaged in that kind of international solidarity work.  And I remember meeting Hugo face-to-face, having coffee with him and the other organizers at the Second Cup over at Gordon and College.  He talked about the progressive gains that had been won by the people of Bolivia since the election of Evo Morales in 2006, especially by the indigenous population, and at the end I wished him good luck – in French, seeing he didn’t speak English and I didn’t speak Spanish, and French was the only other language that we both somewhat understood.  So what’s going on in Bolivia now, which threatens to destroy all that has been built in that country over the past 13 years, has a personal dimension for me and is particularly important to me.

Evo Morales was a humble coca farmer and long-time trade unionist when he was elected president of Bolivia in 2006, propelled into office by powerful indigenous social movements that had long been fighting against neoliberalism and attempts by previous administrations to violently impose the most ruthless form of capitalism on the Bolivian people.  From these movements emerged an indigenous vision of socialism, in which radical leftist ideas merged with the values of Pachamama (the indigenous Earth Goddess of the Andes).

Once in power, the indigenous-led Movement for Socialism (MAS), Morales’ political party, nationalized key industries and set up social and medicare programs that reduced extreme poverty by more than half and lowered Bolivia’s Gini coeffecient (the international standard measurement of income inequality) by 19%.  For the first time, most of the indigenous population of Bolivia was able to emerge from poverty and had access to free healthcare and education.  Cuba assisted in this massive expansion in the quality and scope of healthcare, dispatching hundreds of doctors and health professionals to the country over the years (all of whom were detained or expelled by the new right-wing government following the November 2019 coup, putting a tremendous strain on the healthcare system as the victims of violence flooded the now understaffed hospitals).

But there were other impressive victories and achievements.  During the presidency of Evo Morales, Bolivia made what Nick Estes called “a great leap forward in indigenous rights” by adopting a plurinational model of governance for the whole country.  Once confined to the margins of a deeply racist colonial society, indigenous languages and culture are now an integral part of the nation.  The indigenous concept of “Bien Vivir”, which promotes living in harmony with one another and with the natural world, has been written into the country’s constitution, and the Wiphala, the indigenous multi-colored flag, became an official national flag, while 36 indigenous languages became official languages alongside Spanish.

Evo Morales and the MAS political movement that he lead, did what capitalism has no intention of doing: redistributing wealth to the poorest and most oppressed people in society while uplifting and empowering those most marginalized.  He nationalized the country’s natural gas reserves, using the money on social programs for the people.  Just prior to the coup in 2019, he was moving to nationalize Bolivia’s vast lithium reserves, a key component in electric cars, so that the money from that industry would benefit the Bolivian people rather than the multi-national corporations.  Unsurprisingly, since the coup, Tesla’s stock price has skyrocketed.

After he was forced from office last week by the Bolivian military, and forced into exile in Mexico, Evo Morales said that “My sin was being indigenous, leftist, and anti-imperialist.”

So when Jeanine Anez, the right-wing opposition senator who was unlawfully proclaimed president after the coup, publicly said “I dream of a Bolivia free of satanic indigenous rites” and that “the city is not for Indians, who should stay in the highlands or the Chaco”, it should surprise no one.  Anez declared herself interim president while holding up a large bible, even though she failed to get the required quorum in the senate to do so.  That also didn’t stop the United States, the EU and Canada from recognizing her, thus giving their blessing to the coup and the carnage that’s followed.

When Anez was being illegally sworn in, after the overthrow of an elected president by the military, a man named Luis Fernando Camacho was standing next to her.  Camacho is a leader of the Christian far-right in Bolivia, is part of a Neo-Nazi paramilitary group that wears the Iron Cross and other fascist regalia and practices the Roman (Sieg Heil) salute, and was instrumental in organizing fascist mobs and racist death squads to terrorize the supporters of Evo Morales in the streets, along with anyone who looked indigenous.  Camacho stormed the presidential palace after Morales’s forced resignation, bible in hand, conveying a blatantly anti-indigenous message that “Pachamama will never return.  Today Christ is returning to the government palace.  Bolivia is for Christ.”

The coup-leaders and their supporters brutally displayed the racist colonialism of their politics from the start.  Wiphala flags, symbols of indigenous pride and official status as the national flag, were lowered and burned.  Police officers cut the Wiphala from their uniforms and joined the fascist street violence against indigenous people and government supporters.  The mercenary motivations of the police were later revealed via leaked documents.  In a brazen display of bribery and imperialist interference in Bolivian sovereignty, Bruce Williamson, the U.S. Charge d'Affaires in Bolivia was found to be responsible for donating one million dollars to each military chief and 500 thousand to each police chief.​​​​​​​

MAS members’ houses were burned. Evo’s home was ransacked. Masked armed men began rounding up suspected MAS supporters and indigenous people in the streets, loading them into the back of trucks. Indigenous peoples demonstrating in the streets in support of Evo Morales, the democratically elected president of the country, have been met with lethal force by the police, who have been officially exempted from all criminal prosecution by the coup regime and are free to kill or brutalize whoever they want in the name of “law and order”.  The death toll currently stands at 23 as November 18, with hundreds of injuries and thousands of arrests.  The full scope of the armed forces has been unleashed on demonstrators, with security forces using live ammunition, tanks and even attack helicopters to destroy resistance to the coup.  Neither the Western media, nor major humans rights organizations like Amnesty International and Human Rights Watch have acknowledged these massacres.  The media downplays and mischaracterizes them as “clashes” while the head of Human Rights Watch even praised the coup for supposedly “defending democracy”! But even the cold-blooded massacre of nine people by the military last Friday in the city of Cochabamba and police repeatedly using live ammunition against crowds of indigenous demonstrators hasn’t stopped more and more people from coming into the streets to resist the coup.  The same social movements that ushered Evo and MAS into power have taken to the streets to defend the gains of their indigenous revolution.

All of this happened in the wake of the October 20 elections in Bolivia in which Evo Morales was re-elected by the considerable margin of ten percentage points over his nearest rival, the neo-liberal former president Carlos Mesa (47.08% vs 36.51% according to the official vote count).  The right-wing immediately cried fraud, but no evidence of electoral fraud ever emerged.  The Organization of American States (OAS) led by the notoriously right-wing and pro-US Luis Almagro, cited “irregularities” without yet providing documentation.  And certainly the racist right-wing in Bolivia didn’t wait for evidence for going on a murderous rampage.  The OAS effectively supported the coup from the start and played a key role in energizing the Bolivian political right.

In an effort to contain the fascist violence and lynch-mob-style terrorism in the streets, Evo agreed to a new round of elections last weekend to appease the right-wing, but was instead removed from office hours later by the military…the same military whose top officers were almost all trained in the United States at the notorious School of the Americas in Fort Benning, GA, a U.S. Army installation where many of the most brutal death squads and torturers in Latin American history cut their teeth.  That was when he fled to Mexico, fearing the very real threat of assassination at the hands of the right-wing vigilantes and their backers in the police and military.  Thus the 47% of the population that voted for Morales in the election had their votes stolen in one blow.  Bloody repression is ongoing as the illegitimate coup government tries to consolidate itself.

Evo Morales held power in Bolivia for thirteen years.  Some people on the left criticized him for running for a fourth term in office, even though the Bolivian Supreme Court ruled that he could do so legally.  As Nick Estes notes, “For our indigenous president, after five centuries of colonization, 13 years was not long enough.”

“We will come back,” Evo recently assured supporters, quoting the 18th-century indigenous resistance leader who fought against the Spanish Empire, “and we will be millions as Tupac (Katari) said.” The struggle is not over.

Bolivia’s future, like that of Chile, where massive protests against a right-wing government and fascist police violence are ongoing, is in the streets where the people continue to rise up against the brutal regime imposed on them by local capitalists, the Fortune 500 and their backers in Washington.  For the indigenous people of Bolivia, this is a battle for survival against a racist coup regime that is unconcerned about shedding indigenous blood.  But the people will win.  As Thomas Sankara once said, “When the people stand up imperialism trembles” and the people are standing up all across the world.

Mercedes Sosa – Solo le Pido a Dios

Robbie Robertson and the Red Road Ensemble – Ghost Dance

The reason I played those two songs back-to-back, Mercedes Sosa’s version of the iconic Latin American protest song that translates as “I only ask of god”, and indigenous Canadian musician Robbie Robertson’s song “Ghost Dance” about resistance to settler-colonialism in North America is because I want to emphasize just how connected the struggles of indigenous people are across two continents.  One of the most moving moments of my life happened when I was in Washington D.C. in 2015 with a delegation from the Communist Party, from the Latino community in Toronto and an indigenous delegation from Six Nations to take part in a protest outside the World Bank in solidarity with the then government of Ecuador’s legal efforts to make the oil giant Chevron pay for what it had done to the Ecuadorian Amazon and its indigenous inhabitants.  Delegations came from all over for this protest action, from across North America and from South America as well.  And when I saw an elder from Six Nations joining hands with Rigoberta Menchu, the great Guatemalan indigenous activist, I saw Turtle Island and the Land of the Condor come together.  And I’m sure the people standing guard at Uni’stoten now are praying for their brothers and sisters in Bolivia, who are also fighting to protect unceded indigenous lands and resisting genocide.

There are many way that people resist oppression, brothers and sisters, and music and song are among the most powerful tools that oppressed people and their allies have.  And I strove to be an ally this past weekend, at the Guelph poetry slam, when I sang a song that the Irish singer Christy Moore wrote in tribute to the great Victor Jara.  And for those of you who weren’t at the Ebar on Saturday to see me do that, I’ll be happy to perform it a second time for you right here and now.  But first, I want you to know a little bit about who I’m talking about, and why, in light of the protests in Chile and Bolivia, I felt the need to sing a song to educate people about this brave man – because going into this, I was sure that almost no one at the Ebar that night would know who he was or be familiar with his music.  For all our plastic slogans about multiculturalism, genuine internationalist education isn’t big in Canada.

Víctor Lidio Jara Martínez was a Chilean teacher, theatre director, poet, singer-songwriter, political activist and member of the Communist Party of Chile. A distinguished theatre director, he devoted himself to the development of Chilean theatre, directing a broad array of works from locally produced Chilean plays, to the classics of the world stage, to the experimental work of Ann Jellicoe. Simultaneously he developed in the field of music and played a pivotal role among neo-folkloric artists who established the Nueva Canción Chilena (New Chilean Song) movement which led to a revolution in the popular music of his country under the Salvador Allende government. Shortly after the Chilean coup of 11 September 1973, he was arrested, tortured and ultimately shot to death with 44 bullet shots by machine gun fire. His body was later thrown out into the street of a shanty town in Santiago. The contrast between the themes of his songs, on love, peace and social justice and the brutal way in which he was murdered transformed Jara into a symbol of struggle for human rights and justice across Latin America. 

So that’s who I was paying tribute to when I got up and sang on stage for the first time in my life.  And this is the song I sang.

Victor Jara by Christy Moore
Victor Jara of Chile,
Lived like a shooting star,
He fought for the people of Chile with the songs on his guitar,
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.
When Victor was a peasant boy,
Barely six years old,
He sat upon his father’s plow and watched the earth unfold,
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.
When the neighbors had a wedding,
Or one of their children died,
His mother sang all night for them with Victor by her side,
Her hands were gentle,
And her hands were strong.
He grew up to be a fighter,
Stood against what was wrong,
He learned of people’s grief and joy and turned it into song,
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.
He sang for the copper miners,
And those who farmed the land,
When he sang for the factory workers they knew Victor was their man,
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.
He campaigned for Allende,
And he canvassed night and day,
Singing “Take hold of your brother’s hand, the future starts today,”
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.
When Pinochet took Chile,
They arrested Victor then,
They caged him in the stadium with 5000 frightened men,
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.
Victor picked up his guitar,
His voice resounded strong,
He sang for his comrades till the guards cut short his song,
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.
They broke the bones in both his hands,
Beat him on the head,
Tortured him with electric wires then they shot him dead,
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.
Victor Jara of Chile,
Lived like a shooting star,
He fought for the people of Chile with the songs on his guitar,
His hands were gentle,
And his hands were strong.

Victor Jara – Manifiesto

Victor Jara – Deja la Vida Volar

"There are no borders in this struggle to the death. We cannot be indifferent to what happens anywhere in the world, because a victory by any country over imperialism is our victory, just as any country's defeat is a defeat for all of us." - Che, 1965, who was captured and killed while doing his internationalist duty at La Higuera, Bolivia, 1967

Christy Moore – Companeros

Monday, 11 November 2019

An Anti-War Remembrance Day


Midnight Oil – No Man’s Land

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep.  Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod.  All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime…
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues –
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori (“It is sweet and noble to die for one’s country”).
-          Wilfred Owen, Dulce et Decorum Est

You’re listening to Back in the USSR, brothers and sisters.  This is Siegfried.  And this is the day officially known as Remembrance Day in Canada.  But you won’t hear that poem by Wilfred Owen, Dulce et Decorum Est, a stridently anti-war poem written by a man who experienced the horrors of war first-hand, in too many public ceremonies and school assemblies.  Nor would you have heard too many pieces from another strongly anti-war poet whom I’m going to quote at length tonight, Siegfried Sassoon.  Both of these men were in the British Army in World War I, and yet, even in Britain, let alone Canada, they get overshadowed by our hometown hero Colonel John McCrae, and his openly pro-war propaganda piece known as “In Flanders Fields”.  And so many thousands of kids grow up, as I did, learning that poem with its message of “take up our quarrel with the foe”, masking the horrors of war in a gloss of patriotism.  No mention of choking to death on the fumes of poison gas, getting blown apart by artillery shells, or getting wounded and getting sucked down to drown in the mud of Passchendale, Verdun, Ypres or the Somme.  Only white crosses “row on row” with red poppies in-between.  Nothing messy.  Nothing dirty.  Nothing agonizing.  Everything noble, praiseworthy and worthwhile.  This regarding a horrific war between competing imperialist colonial powers that claimed the lives of millions, feeding them into a meat-grinder of trenches and barbed wire.  History sanitized, pre-packaged and whitewashed for the consumption of the young.

As the UK-based Peace Pledge Union (PPU) said in a recent article in Morning Star, and this certainly applies to Canada as well as Britain, that the government’s official approach to Remembrance Day is not about remembering but “about forgetting”. 

As PPU’s Symon Hill said, “The day is almost entirely about British and allied army forces — and any suggestions that wars might not have been justified or the deaths were futile, or that people were exploited by the rich and powerful, is greeted by accusations of dishonoring the dead.  Pretending that the deaths were worthwhile and sanitizing wars is what is really dishonoring their deaths…The government’s approach is to use [Remembrance Day] as a euphemism to encourage people to forget and to go along with militarism today.  Militarism is a way in which the ruling class encourages the rest of us to do what we are told.”

He said that, “What we want to see is a Remembrance that remembers all victims of war, whether military or civilian and of all nationalities — seeing the real horrors of war, and not used as an excuse for nationalism.  Rather than nationalism, it should build international commitment to peace and unity.”

“[British Prime Minister] Boris Johnson on Sunday will be laying his wreath to remember the dead while British troops are actively training Saudi Arabian troops for an offensive in Yemen. He will talk about remembering death at the same time that children are dying.  Militarist policies do not solve problems of poverty and climate change, nor do we reduce terrorism and hate and division by sending in men with guns to other nations. You cannot solve deep-seated problems by bombing people.  Those in power are using the armed forces in the interests of the rich and powerful.”

He could have said the same thing about Stephen Harper invoking Remembrance Day, Vimy Ridge and World War I to justify war in Afghanistan, or Justin Trudeau collaborating with Saudi Arabia in its bloody war of aggression against the Yemeni people.  Besides wars against Afghanistan and Yemen, Canada has armed and trained open Nazis in Ukraine, given total support to the Apartheid state of Israel in its oppression of Palestinians and supported coups in Haiti, Honduras, Venezuela and now Bolivia.  And again and again, we see the dead of past wars being used by those in power to justify militarism and warfare in the present day, which means more people will suffer and die to serve the political agendas of the rich and powerful.  Veterans are too often used as props to justify any aggressive action that the government takes overseas, exploited as political symbols, and conveniently forgotten if they step out of line. 

The following is an open letter entitled "Finished with the War: A Soldier's Declaration" that the poet Siegfried Sassoon wrote to the British government in 1917, and it’s another thing you’re not likely to encounter in a Remembrance Day service:

Lt. Siegfried Sassoon.
3rd Batt: Royal Welsh Fusiliers.
July, 1917.
I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority because I believe that the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it. I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that the war upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation has now become a war of agression and conquest. I believe that the purposes for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them and that had this been done the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.
I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops and I can no longer be a party to prolonging these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust. I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.
On behalf of those who are suffering now, I make this protest against the deception which is being practised upon them; also I believe it may help to destroy the callous complacency with which the majority of those at home regard the continuance of agonies which they do not share and which they have not enough imagination to realise.


That was Siegfried Sassoon and he would have been court-martialed for writing that public protest letter had he not been deemed “unfit for service”.  His principled stand against the war was not something many were prepared to follow, but the sentiments of that letter that he wrote were shared by countless thousands of soldiers as the war dragged on year after year.  I know that my great-grandfather, Ernest Weeks, who, although British, was in the Canadian Army in the First World War and was likely at Vimy Ridge himself, had had enough of bloodshed after he got out in 1918.  He’d volunteered for the Boer War before, he’d believed in all the “king and country” propaganda nonsense, but now he just wanted it to be over.  He’d been wounded, had his face sliced up with a bayonet even, and he’d had enough.  He wanted some peace.  Some space to pick up the broken pieces of his life.  And he would have told any politician trying to use him for political grandstanding to go to hell.  He’d had enough of “mud and rain”.


Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood.
Why should jolly soldier boys complain?
God made these before the roofless flood –
Mud and rain.
Mangling cramps and bullets through the brain,
Jesus never guessed them when he died.
Jesus had a purpose for his pain,
Ay, like abject beasts we shed our blood,
Often asking if we die in vain.
Gloom conceals us in a soaking sack –
Mud and rain.
-          Siegfried Sassoon, Mud and Rain

The same holds true for my granddad Thomas Laybourne, who was born in 1918 in a company coal mining town in northern England, practically on the Scottish border.  And there’s a man who needed bravery just to survive.  The town of Crook didn’t have sewers, running water, electricity or medical care.  The company controlled everything and TB epidemics were claiming lives everyday.  He actually spoke Scotch Gaelic at home, although the schoolmasters beat the language out of him long before he was an adult.  I think if he’d known about residential schools in Canada and how indigenous peoples had their languages beat out of them as kids, he would have identified with them.  He was conscripted in 1942, grabbed by the army right off the streets of London, and shipped out to South Asia, half a world away, to fight so that the British Empire could keep hold of its colony of Burma, which was getting overrun by the Japanese Army.  He hated the army, particularly getting screamed at by aristocratic officers.  But he formed plenty of bonds with the other working class boys in his unit.  One time he even helped men from another unit get a truck free from the mud in driving rain while under fire from Japanese troops.  They wanted to give him a medal for that, but my granddad, having known through life experience who his real friends and enemies were, said in no uncertain terms to the officer who tried to pin it on him, “beg your pardon, sir, but shove it up your ass.” He had helped his comrades and didn’t need or want recognition from the powers that be.  He would have used even stronger language to any right-wing politician trying to use him and his experience in World War 2 to justify more war and bloodshed.

It seems that the further we get from the era of the World Wars, the more their memory is used to justify imperialism: in Afghanistan, Libya, Haiti, Mali, Iraq and in other parts of the world as well.  And we get more and more “my country right or wrong” propaganda at hockey games, sports events, and public events in general.  I remember the display from the Canadian War Museum in Ottawa on Vimy Ridge that I saw in 2017 when the government was celebrating the centennial of the battle, and how it openly admitted that the Government of Canada deliberately resurrected the memory of Vimy Ridge after the end of the Cold War in the name of political legitimacy, and as a way of getting people behind the government and the army in this new age of empire and imperial expansion.  Some veterans might be willing to be a pawn in this political theatre but my granddad was not and I intend to stay true to his memory and the memory of so many others who would not be used.

Walter Benjamin’s point that “not even the dead will be safe from the enemy if he is victorious” is very important to keep in mind on this day, as the rich and powerful seek to manipulate the fallen of past wars in service of new and bloody agendas to keep the world safe for the Fortune 500.  Capitalism is capable of exploiting the dead as well as the living, brothers and sisters.  That is why official history leaves out so many inconvenient truths.

Siegfried Sassoon would never forget the reality of the war that he was made to fight.  But he feared that the rest of us would.  I’m going to leave you with a poem of his about what we should remember on Remembrance Day and how we must all struggle to put an end to war and to the imperial forces that continue to drive us to war in the 21st Century.  Listen, brothers and sisters.

Have you forgotten yet?
For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same – and War’s a bloody game…
Have you forgotten yet?
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget.
Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz –
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench –
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, “Is it all going to happen again?”
Do you remember that hour of din before the attack –
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With drying eyes and lolling heads – those ashen grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?
Have you forgotten yet?
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget.
-          Siegfried Sassoon, Aftermath