Hazel McHaffie

First World War

Remembrance Day

In this week during which we remember those who gave their lives in the service of their country, I wish I could say that I’d had the foresight to select appropriate books to read. But it wouldn’t be true. I’ve been rather bogged down in dense scientific papers actually, and committee meetings, and preparing for a debate and … all rather boring to anyone else, so I won’t go into details. So it’s a surprise to me to find that the one book I have read in a lull between storms, and that I’m burning to tell you about in today’s post, is as relevant as it is.

Last week I waxed lyrical about The Book Thief, set in the time of the holocaust. This week, we go back to the First World War. Hmmm. Maybe they were subliminal choices after all.

Biggest surprise of all though – today’s offering is a children’s book, by that popular author, Michael Morpurgo. It’s one of those books that’s been on my to-be-read list for years, ever since it hit the literary headlines in 2003. I spotted it in a boxed set in my grandson’s collection and next thing I know, it’s in my hand.

Now, I’m a reluctant borrower, I must confess. So I only opened the pages a crack, just enough to read it but not to crease the pristine spine. None of the usual propping it in a book deckchair while I simultaneously knit and read. Fortunately for me the story had me gripped throughout, so the totally unrelaxed position I adopted was soon forgotten. And it’s only 187 pages long.

It’s called Private Peaceful. Tommo Peaceful is only fifteen when he goes off to war with his older brother, Charlie. The story begins with a count down: Five past ten. Private Peaceful is facing the last night before a cataclysmic event at 6 o’clock the following morning. Less than eight hours to go. He’s determined to remain awake and re-live every precious moment of his life to date. We don’t discover until near the end what that shocking event is, but the tension hovers throughout.

Hunkered down close to the battlefields Tommo reflects on life before the war … the boys love for their friend, Molly … their fierce protection of their big brother, Joe, who isn’t like other boys … the scrapes they get in … Charlie’s audacity … Tommo’s struggle to keep up …

Alongside the reminiscences, Tommo recounts with stark honesty the humiliation of life in the army, the terror of ‘going over the top’. Powerful writing in its very simplicity. And the suspense grips you right through till you reach the final chapter: One minute to six. The fateful morning when you just want to weep at the unexpected ending.

War. So much senseless waste. So much pain and sorrow. I defy you to read this book and not be moved. Or to be challenged by the horrific deeds done in the name of patriotism and duty.

A fantastic book that fully deserves the prizes and plaudits it received. BUT … I have one big reservation. This is a children’s book: Morpurgo says it’s for 8 to 12 year olds. And many children I know happily soak up anything he writes; parents confidently leave them to do so. Maybe I’m seriously out of step with today’s acceptable standards, but my personal view is that this one needs to carry a PG sticker. The language, and in places the content, are not those I’d buy for my own grandchildren without some kind of discussion and explanation.

But if you adults want to be reminded of the futility and horror of war, I recommend it wholeheartedly. Just give yourself recovery time afterwards.

And on Remembrance Day, let’s end with a challenge for us all:
World peace must develop from inner peace. Peace is not just mere absence of violence. Peace is, I think, the manifestation of human compassionXIVth Dalai Lama

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