In 1605 Guy Fawkes, along with others, plotted to kill King James 1 by blowing up the House of Parliament (the Gunpowder Plot). Since then England has commemorated the event, on 5th November, with bonfires and fireworks. Occasionally, over the last few years, you will hear people ask “Where is Guy Fawkes when you really need him?”
How many safety inspectors does it take to light the bonfire?
One to light the match and three to hold the fire extinguisher
How many civil servants does it take to set fire to Guy Fawkes?
One to strike the match and twenty two to fill in the paper work.
How many aerospace engineers does it take to light the kindling sticks?
None. You don’t need a rocket science to start a bonfire.
How many Apple employees does it take to flame Guy Fawkes?
One to light the match and four to design the t-shirt.
How many Microsoft programmers does it take to start the bonfire?
Microsoft declares darkness to be a new standard.
How many God-fearing, tax-paying, law-abiding Members of Parliament does it take to light a bonfire?
Both of them.
It’s interesting that Bonfire night and Armistice Day are so close together. Not quite a week apart.
It was that last Wednesday night I was walking down Wheatclose Rd (of all places) at pretty much the height of the fireworks. The road sort of runs East-West (or West-East if your peculiarities run in that direction) and there was a firework display to the north and another to the south.
But the sound of the fireworks to the north echoed off the houses on the south side of the road and were reflected back, just as the sound of the fireworks to the south of the road were echoed of the houses to the north side, and reflected back.
And the road itself sounded like a war-zone. As a Nigerian friend of mine said, “If I heard this in Lagos, I’d have assumed we were having a coup.”
But looking back I’ve known men who couldn’t have walked down that road, the memories, the terrors, were just too real. There are lads out there now with the same problems. Not every victim of war is dead or physically crippled.
Looking back I’m old enough to have known the men who came back from the 14-18 war. The ones I knew were old, by the time I was able to talk to them with any sort of understanding the youngest would have been in their seventies. But the men who came back from the Second war were my father’s generation and I worked with them.
They were all sorts. I knew one who’d fought at in the Battle of Cable Street. He was quietly proud to have been there but kept quiet because he’d been part of the British Union of Fascists. Five years later he was in the Western Desert fighting against the Fascists. Forty years later he was a petrol pump attendant, working to pad out the pension. That is how I knew him.
Back in the ‘70s there was talk of Armistice Day dying out because nobody would remember it. After all, there’d been no more wars.
But our political masters have managed things better than that. A lot of gilded youths have found foreign fields for British lads to die on and every generation has its sons, brothers and friends to mourn. So Armistice Day seems to be a solid fixture on the calendar for another century at least.
And as always the lads we send are by and large ordinary lads, and none the worse for that. As the good knight, Sir John Falstaff said, “Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they’ll fill a pit as well as better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.”
Editorial cartoon from Bruce MacKinnon in the Canadian Chronicle Herald
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
I realised that as time goes one people will forget the meaning of the cartoon
“Corporal Nathan Frank Cirillo (December 23, 1989 – October 22, 2014), a 24-year-old Canadian soldier, was killed. He was a Class-A of The Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders of Canada from. He was, as a chosen member of the, on sentry duty at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at the National War Memorial when he was shot. Although several civilians immediately provided assistance for the wounded reservist, Cirillo died in hospital later that morning. Cirillo had a standard issue which, in accordance with standard practice, was unloaded.