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<p><b>New page</b></p><div><CENTER><b>VI<br><br><br />
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&quot;THE COCKNEY WARRIOR&quot;</b></CENTER><br />
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<br><br>WHEN war broke out the public-school man applied for his commission<br />
in the firm conviction that war was a glorified form of big-game<br />
hunting---the highest form of sport. His whole training, the traditions<br />
of his kind, had prepared him for that hour. From his earliest<br />
school days he had been taught that it was the mark of a gentleman<br />
to welcome danger, and to regard the risk of death as the most<br />
piquant sauce to life. At school he had learnt, too, to sleep<br />
on a hard bed, to endure plenty of fresh air, and a cold bath<br />
on even the coldest mornings, and generally speaking to<br />
<br />
<BLOCKQUOTE><br />
<BLOCKQUOTE><br />
<br><br>Welcome each rebuff <BR><br />
That turns earth's smoothness rough.</BLOCKQUOTE><br />
</BLOCKQUOTE><br />
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<br><br>While in his holidays the joys of shooting and fishing, and<br />
perhaps even hunting, had accustomed him to the idea of taking<br />
life, so that if the odds were even, it would even be a recognized<br />
form of sport to hunt, and to be hunted by, his fellow man.<br />
<br />
<br><br>We who knew him had no doubt about the public-school boy; and<br />
when we read of his spirit, his courage, his smiling contempt<br />
of death, we told ourselves with pride that we knew it would be<br />
so with him. But with the Cockney it was different. When on all<br />
hands we heard praise of his bravery, his cheerfulness, his patience,<br />
his discipline, even we who knew him best were relieved, and very<br />
glad. For in every respect where the traditions of the public<br />
school make for soldierly qualities, the traditions of the East<br />
End seem to be against their formation. Tell a public-school boy<br />
a thrilling tale of adventure and the tradition dictates that<br />
he should say, &quot;Oh, how jolly!&quot; Tell the same story<br />
to a boy in an East End club and convention demands that he shall<br />
say, &quot;Ow, I'm glad I wernt there!&quot; The Cockney is not<br />
brought up to see anything good in danger. He is brought up to<br />
fear it and avoid it. Nor is be taught to welcome hardship. For<br />
him and his kin life is so hard already that he naturally embraces<br />
any mitigation of its rigors. He sleeps on a feather bed if possible,<br />
with the tiny windows of the tiny room tight shut, and with his<br />
brothers nestling close to him for greater warmth. Even when he<br />
&quot;changes&quot; for football he generally only takes off his<br />
coat, and puts on his jersey over his waistcoat. Well might those<br />
who knew him mistrust his power to endure bravely the constant<br />
exposure to the elements inseparable from a campaign. Moreover,<br />
the Cockney is over-sensitive to pain. About hurt he is fearfully<br />
sentimental. He is a thoroughly kind-hearted little fellow, who<br />
not only doesn't want to hurt anything, but doesn't want himself<br />
or anyone else to be hurt. True, the dangers of the boxing ring<br />
have an enormous attraction for him, but as a rule it is a fearful<br />
fascination far removed from the idea of emulation. In his quarrels<br />
with his mates he often boasts great things; but his anger nearly<br />
always evaporates in wordiness. He was, in fact, the last person<br />
in the world that we could imagine going out with set teeth to<br />
hurt and slay the enemies of his country. To all this we had to<br />
add that he was an intense lover of home. The sights, the sounds<br />
and smells of his native London are infinitely dear to him. Transplant<br />
him even to the glories of a Kentish spring, and in a fortnight<br />
he will begin to pine for home. Exile him to the Australian bush,<br />
and no matter how high the pay, or rosy the prospects, he will<br />
drift inevitably to Sydney or Melbourne, the nearest available<br />
imitation of his beloved London. And so we couldn't help wondering<br />
how he would endure month after month of exile, subject to every<br />
discomfort and danger that he would be most likely to dread, and<br />
committed to the very sort of action from which he would be most<br />
likely to shrink.<br />
<br />
<br><br>Well, he surprised us all, as we have said, and has given to<br />
the world the amazing picture of a soldier who is infinitely brave<br />
without vindictiveness, terrible without hate, all-enduring and<br />
yet remaining his simple, kindly, jaunty self. For the Cockney<br />
warrior does not hate the Hun. Often and often you will hear him<br />
tell his mate that &quot;the Bosches is just like us, they wants<br />
to get 'ome as much as we do; but they can't 'elp theirselves.&quot;<br />
At times he has regretful suspicions of the humanity of the Prussians<br />
and Bavarians; but they are not long-lived, and even while they<br />
endure he consoles himself with the proved good fellowship of<br />
the Saxon. Did not such and such a regiment walk out of their<br />
trenches and talk to them as man to man? The Cockney reckons that<br />
when peace is declared both sides will run out of their trenches<br />
and shake hands, and be the best of pals. &quot;They can't 'elp<br />
theirselves.&quot; This is the burden of the Cockney's philosophy<br />
of war---a phrase that seems like the echo of a statelier word<br />
of charity, &quot;Father, forgive them, they know not what they<br />
do.&quot; Caught up from his civilian life by a wave of tremendous<br />
enthusiasm that completely overwhelmed his emotional nature, he<br />
found himself swimming in a mighty current, the plaything of forces<br />
he could neither understand nor control. But in splendid faith<br />
in the righteousness of those forces he is content to give up<br />
his will completely, and by swimming his best to do his bit to<br />
help them to attain their appointed end. In a dim way he feels<br />
the conflict of world forces, and is certain that he is on the<br />
side of Michael and the Angels, and that the Kaiser is Lucifer<br />
and Antichrist.<br />
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<br><br>The Cockney's sacrifice of his personality is for all practical<br />
purposes complete, and sublimely heroic. He only makes one reservation---the<br />
right so dear to all Englishmen---the right to grumble. To his<br />
tongue he allows full license, because he knows that in such liberty<br />
there is no real disloyalty because there is no efficacy. He curses<br />
the war, the Kaiser, the weather, the food, and everything indiscriminately,<br />
with relish and eloquence that is sometimes lacking in good taste.<br />
But let it pass. In view of his real heroism we cannot grudge<br />
him this one prized luxury.<HR ALIGN=LEFT></div>Hirgen