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Greetings! You are reading an article from The Mudville Gazette. To reach the front page, with all the latest news and views, click the logo above or "main" below. Thanks for stopping by! June 25, 2011 Enemy Eyes (2 - the comic relief)By Greyhawk
Another diary entry from Lt Barker... "Genl. Orders: "If any Officers of the different Regts. are capable of taking sketches of a Country, they will send their Names to the Dep. Adj. Genl. . . ." That is an extraordinary method of wording the Order. ...that one from 8 January, 1775. If the El-Tee sounds a bit peeved, well, it had been a rough winter for the British troops cooped up in Boston, as even a glance at his diary entries reveals; deaths, desertions (sometimes both at once - "A Soldier of the 10th shot for desertion," reads Barker's entry for December 24th, "the only thing done in remembrance of Christ-Mass...") and a hostile population dominate his chronicle of the days. Still, while fair weather seemed far away, General Gage was preparing for it, and two capable volunteers would soon enjoy all the benefits of fresh air and exercise an extended walk through the countryside could bring. Gage orders two of his officers, Captain John Brown and Ensign Henry De Berniere, to travel the roads west from Boston and to gather and record information along the way. By 20 March, Gage shifts his attention to Concord, where the Provincial Congress has been meeting and a large supply of arms are stored. Once again, Gage sends Brown and Berniere on a mission. Closer to Boston, Concord seems a more accessible goal for recapturing provincial munitions and demonstrating British authority. De Berniere would document the mission, and everything about it would confirm Barker's description of British activity in Boston as "so noble a field for Satire." As with Barker's diary, we might never have seen this document; however, unlike Barker's there was no hundred-year wait. As the first page of its 1779 publication (in Boston, by then back under rebel control) makes clear, a copy of Gage's orders and De Berniere's report were "Left in town by a British Officer previous to the evacuation of it by the enemy, and now printed for the information and amusement of the curious." The whole thing is available online at the web site of the Massachusetts Historical Society, and even two centuries later is comedy gold. "We sat out from Boston on Thursday," our James Bond forerunner explains, "disguised like countrymen, in brown cloaths and reddish handkerchiefs round our necks..." Thus camouflaged, they hoped to make their way largely unnoticed through the small towns dotting the country. Almost immediately the two masters of disguise were patting themselves on the back at their great success: "We next went to Watertown," Ensign De Berniere reports, "and were not suspected, it is a pretty large town for America, but would be looked upon as a village in England..." (You know, one of those places where everyone is related to everyone else?) "...a little out of this town we went into a tavern..." Yeah... so here's what happened next. "We called for dinner, which was brought in by a black woman. At first she was very civil, but afterwards began to eye us very attentively. She then went out and a little after returned, when we observed to her that it was a very fine country, upon which she answered, "So it is, and we have got brave fellows to defend it, and if you go up any higher you find it so."" "This disconcerted us a good deal," he says - in what may be an early written example of the British penchant for understatement. "We resolved not to sleep there that night, as we had intended..." "After we had left the house we enquired of John, our servant, what she had said. He told us that she knew Capt. Brown very well, that she had seen him five years before at Boston, and knew him to be an officer, and that she was sure I was one also, and told John that he was a regular. He denied it, but she said she knew our errant was to take a plan of the country, that she had seen the river and road through Charlestown on the paper. She also advised him to tell us not to go any higher, for if we did we should meet with very bad usage. "Upon this we called a council, and agreed that if we went back we should appear very foolish, as we had a great number of enemies in town, because the General had chose to employ us in preference to them, it was absolutely necessary to push on..." The (mis)adventures of the three amigos ("Brown, I, and our man John," De Berniere explains - "for we always treated him as our companion since our adventure with the black woman" - no longer would he have to wait outside in the cold while they ate) had just begun. Fortunately for us all, they'd push on in the face of exposure and adversity repeatedly - eventually identifying the route to Concord via Lexington as the best option for future travels. Thus, if they hadn't been so worried about appearing very foolish, history might have been very different - and we'd all be speaking English today. Their story continues here. (For those not inclined to read the whole comic epic, our heroes should at least get credit for fooling some people. On returning to Boston "we met General Gage and General Haldiman, with their aid-de-camps, walking out on the neck, they did not know us until we discovered ourselves.") Footnote - for comparison with Barker, here's the entry for the same day from the diary of Frederick Mackenzie, another British officer in Boston:
Mackenzie (of the Royal Welsh Fusiliers) deployed with Percy's relief column on April 19th. His diary can be read here, along with historian Allen French's (who sought out and published Mackenzie's diary) contrast of the two journalists as revealed in their own words: Barker - a promising officer, eager and restless, is full of youthful intolerance. His chronicle bristles with contemptuous flings at his superiors and at the enemy, whether in the street or in the field. Mackenzie, on the other hand, who must at the time have been hard on his fiftieth year, expresses no such sentiments. A seasoned, experienced soldier, he takes the days work as it comes and discharges it with fidelity. It's certain after reading De Berniere's account that MacKenzie's concern was more valid than Barker's hurt feelings. Next - part three: Lt Sutherland's Ride Posted by Greyhawk / June 25, 2011 4:29 PM | Permalink 1 TrackBack"ON the evening of the 18th about 9 o'clock I learned there was a large detachment going from this garrison, on which I immediately resolved to go with them..." We've looked at events of April 18th and 19th, 1775 from the perspective of three British ... Read More |
November 26, 2010America@war [Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit. That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary. From their about page:
"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation: The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism. Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented. I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are. "Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result. Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web... And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed. The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down. But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:
Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down. If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real. And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale. We've already made history, it's time to save it. (More to follow...) Posted 4:02 PM | Permalink |
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