By Frederick Dixon:
At this season of Remembrance, and as we approach the centenary of the outbreak of the First World War, we should think about the nature of the sacrifice made by our young fellow countrymen and countrywomen in the two World Wars of the last century. They gave their lives, their health, their youth to save our country from foreign invasion – “for your today we gave our tomorrow”.
This is not the place to debate the rights and wrongs of Britain’s involvement in those wars, or in the many lesser conflicts since, but it is the place to think about the motives of the young men and women who were prepared to give everything to save our country. For almost all of them, and certainly for the millions who chose to volunteer before they were conscripted, there was only one motive which mattered and that can be stated in one word: “patriotism”. So what was this “patriotism”? A love of country of course, but what lies beneath the love of country, of all those dear, familiar things and places and faces which are our homeland?
The clue to that last question lies in the word “love” itself. Love, they say, conquers all and it is certainly the fount of all virtue. It is also certainly a product of evolution, the protective coating in which nature has sheathed the instinct for survival so that those on whom our genetic continuity depends shall have the best chance of living and thriving. But these young people themselves, far too many of them, did not survive so how can this argument apply to them? Because they were fighting for their country, which means that they were fighting for their kindred, and their kindred – as in all ethnically based nations – share and pass on the same genes. Of course they would not have articulated their reasons in such a way, nor would more than a handful have even suspected such a thing, but that merely demonstrates how deep are the instincts which lie beneath the emotions of love and patriotism, perhaps the deepest of all the instincts with which nature has endowed us.
They fought to save our country from foreign invasion, and we know how well our masters have rewarded that gift of love in recent decades, and we know how to answer those who say that in the last great conflict our men and women gave their lives to save us from “fascism and racism”. But there are those who use those words, so deeply has our country fallen into the hands of those who do not love her, who have become so removed from the instincts of nature that they do not understand the great love which is patriotism. Yet it is these dark and narrow minds, these creatures of the Left and their fellow travellers, who have insinuated themselves into every position of power and influence in our lovely and beloved country; in so doing they have contrived to turn the truth on its head by casting their hatred as righteousness while branding as evil those who wish to save the country for which the young men and women of 1914 and 1939 thought that they were fighting.
The young men and women of our own time are now committed to a struggle very different from those conflicts of the past but every bit as pregnant with peril for our country should they fail. It is a struggle in which the hatred of our country’s enemies, and the threat of ostracism and persecution are always present. They can no longer count on the support of the majority of their fellow countrymen, so thoroughly has the Left perverted the public mind. Unlike the older ones among us they do not remember, and cannot draw strength from, the happier Britain of the past. They are very much on their own. Yet, however long and hard the path ahead, they will win because they have nature on their side and nature cannot be defied forever. They are the heroes of our modern nationalism and from them the nation will be reborn, better than before.
By Frederick Dixon © 2013
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Steve
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I think of my Mother’s cousin from Ilford who died on his 22nd Birthday in a Spitfire & what would he think of his sacrifice looking at Ilford now?
What the hell did we win?
Michael Woodbridge
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The historian, David Irving, once said that if our dead soldiers were born again and could return to see how their memory has been betrayed by the the coloured invasion of our country, they wouldn’t have advanced a single inch on the Normandy beaches.
This is only too true but in a way it only makes the sacrifices of our folk all the more poignant and thereby cries out for vengeance against the whole rotten establishment.
Weard
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I spent most of my free time today (which is very little; I work hard) contemplating the sacrifice that our fathers and grandfathers made. It nearly brought me to tears.
I wonder if the sacrifice our noble armed forces are making now in the middle east are quite so justified, however.
Bring our boys back home, or unleash them in their terrible fury to destroy our enemies. This half-arsed way of doing war is doing none of us any favours.
Ian
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“It is no coincidence that the century of total war coincided with the century of central banking.”–Ron Paul
Crazy Englishman
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Growing up, my road was populated by this generation, it felt safe and gave me a sense of having a larger family.
looking back I was quite privileged to experience this, especially being in the east end during the 80s.
My mother, a mobile hairdresser, her client base was majority elderly, they would talk of the war and upsettingly would tell how they wished it was one we lost.
Possibly this was enforced by the constant muggings and rapes they or friends had endured by the third world immigrant army. The lack of acknowledgment, respect from their own younger generations is just, if not more disgraceful than crimes committed by immigrants.
Our people need to re-educate on so many levels.
Thomas a'Becket
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Someone has come up with the idea of wearing a Black Poppy to remind us of the way our service men and nation have been betrayed. I would wear one and personally think it a good idea.
frederickdixon
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Now there’s an intriguing thought.