[28] Put into English by Lady Gregory. (John Murray,
6s. net.)
[29] From T.P.’s Weekly, November 7,
1914.
NEVER AGAIN!
Like a great cry these words to-day rise from the
lips of the nations—“Never Again!”
Never before certainly have such enormous masses of
human beings been locked in deadly grip with each other
over the earth, and never before, equally certainly,
has their warfare been so horrible in its deliberate
preparation, so hideous, so ghastly in its after-effects,
as to-day. The nations stand round paralysed with
disgust and despair, almost unable to articulate;
and when they do find voice it is with the words above
written.
How are we to give effect to the cry? Must we
not call upon the Workers of all countries—those
who are the least responsible for the inception of
wars, and yet who suffer most by them, who bear the
brunt of the wounds, the slaughter, the disease, and
the misery which are a necessary part of them—to
rise up and forbid them for ever from the earth?
Let us do so! For though few may follow and join
with us to-day, yet to-morrow and every day in the
future, and every year, as the mass-peoples come into
their own, and to the knowledge of what they are and
what they desire to be, those numbers will increase,
till the cry itself is no longer a mere cry but an
accomplished fact.
It is a hopeful sign that not only among bewildered
onlookers and outsiders but among the soldiers themselves
(of the more civilized countries) this cry is being
taken up. Who, indeed, should know better than
they what they are talking about? The same words
are on the lips at this moment of thousands and thousands
of French and English and German soldiers,[30] and
in no faint-hearted or evasive sense, but with the
conviction and indignation of experience. We may
hope they will not be forgotten this time when the
war is over.
The truth is that not only was this particular war
“bound to come,” but (among the civilized
peoples) the refusal of war is also bound to come.
Two great developments are leading to this result.
On the one hand, the soldiers themselves, the fighters,
are as a class becoming infinitely more sensitive,
more intelligent, more capable of humane feeling, less
stupidly “patriotic” and prejudiced against
their enemies than were the soldiers of a century
ago—say, of the time of Wellington; on the
other hand, the horrors, the hideousness, the folly,
and the waste of war are infinitely greater.
It is inevitable that these two contradictory movements,
mounting up on opposite sides, must at last clash.
The rising conscience of Humanity must in the end
say to the War-fiend, “Get thee behind me, Satan!”
Never before have there passed over the fields of
Europe armies so intelligent, so trained, so observant,
so sensitive as those to-day of Belgium, France, England,
and Germany. Some day or other they will return
to their homes; but when they do it will be with a
tale that will give to the Western world an understanding
of what war means, such as it never had before.
