(I‘m swamped at work, but stumbled across this excellent editorial - with which I couldn‘t agree more. Thought some of you might appreciate it, too - those of you who don‘t, well ... you already know it all, thus I won‘t waste your invaluable time any further)
Col. Capstick in HQ with a memo
John Robson
The Ottawa Citizen
Friday, July 12, 2002
The enemy has destroyed our troops‘ equipment, ground their numbers down through attrition, pinned them in terrible living conditions and blown off their uniforms. Yet they can still fight. So now the foe is using psychological warfare to destroy the unit cohesion that is all that‘s keeping them going.
Who is this fiendish adversary? Ludendorff? Mussolini? Kurt Meyer? No, it‘s the Department of National Defence, which has a study under way by a cultural anthropologist living in Holland on whether to destroy the storied regiments that have distinguished themselves from Lundy‘s Lane and Queenston Heights to the Somme and Vimy to Sicily, Verrières and the Scheldt to Korea. According to Col. Mike Capstick, overseeing the project, DND is not considering abolishing regiments, just transforming them from the centre of a soldier‘s career into another box on a bureaucratic flowchart: death by 1,000 paper cuts.
Many Canadians may not grasp how irresponsible this plan is, because our public education system doesn‘t exactly stress what a regiment is or what it does. (If this government has its way, they won‘t know what a gun is either, even if they‘re in a regiment.) I didn‘t know until, unlike Art Eggleton, I began to read books about war and talk to combat veterans. (And hasn‘t my public skepticism about his judgment on appropriate sources of military advice been amply vindicated?)
Very briefly, a regiment is the military unit where strategy and tactics meet. Above the regimental level, flags move around on maps; below it, companies take individual strong points. A regiment turns the movement of flags into the capture of bunkers, and the capture of bunkers into the movement of flags.
A Second World War infantry regiment had around 1,000 men at full strength, organized into four rifle companies of just more than 100 men each plus support and logistical units commanded by a colonel, and historically was raised from a given region, obviously with the Winnipeg Rifles or North Nova Scotia Highlanders, if not with the Black Watch or Seaforth Highlanders.
It‘s not the division that has reunions, nor the brigade, company or platoon. It‘s the regiment. Farley Mowat‘s eloquent account of serving in Italy during the Second World War with the Hasty Pees (an abbreviation, reflecting life in a combat zone, of the Hastings and Prince Edward Regiment from the Ontario county of the same name) is called The Regiment. Our current minister of defence, economist John McCallum, should read it, if he hasn‘t already.
Regiments have a history that inspires current members to live up to the deeds of the past and to their regimental comrades. A bookmark given to me by a Canadian veteran of a British regiment, the Green Howards (as distinct from the Brown Howards), shows the crest of a regiment linked directly to the Glorious Revolution of 1689. Now that‘s a history to live up to. Like Waterloo, the Armada and Juno Beach.
Last week, Col. Capstick said, "Our gut tells us that the regimental system is well worth retaining, but at the same time our gut tells us that, OK guys, it‘s time to get out of the ‘50s." The 1950s? The battle honours of our regiments go back to the war of 1812. Ortona was in 1943. Canada became a nation at Vimy in 1917.
Later he changed his story, saying in an opinion piece in the Thursday Citizen that the regimental system‘s "roots and rituals can be traced to the Victorian era ... when the country was far more culturally homogeneous than it is today and when the stratified class system of the era was replicated in the regimental messes. In short, it came of age in a society that no longer exists."
For the record, Victoria reigned 1837-1901, somewhat before D-Day. But unfortunately, an influential segment of the Canadian elite regards all of history as an ugly, undifferentiated grande noirceur from which Pierre Trudeau and the Canadian Human Rights Commission finally rescued us.
So apparently now it‘s time to bring the army into the modern era. The era of subs that can‘t dive, helicopters that can‘t fly, bright green uniforms in a desert country and lucky to have those, and snipers making world-record shots with American ammunition and British uniforms in Afghanistan and our government doesn‘t even tell us about it. I expect 21st century battles will be as different from Normandy or El Alamein as those were from Waterloo. But if we‘re still winning them, it will be because storied regiments live up to their history.
So let‘s reassign that anthropologist to find out why Dutch children still place flowers on the graves of Canadians who liberated them from Nazi tyranny. Be sure he examines the plaques all over Holland commemorating Canadian regiments who didn‘t crack, even when underequipped, under strength and under attack.
John Robson is Senior Editorial Writer and Columnist.