Universal Soldier

Universal Soldier




I’m here in France and only just realised that it’s Anzac Day tomorrow. It’s a day to honour those who fought in wars for Australia and New Zealand. I always have misgivings about the day and I’m never sure if we are really remembering those who fought and many who died in the extensive battles my country has been party to or if it’s a celebration of war itself. Every Anzac day is different, this time last year I was in Tasmania,  driving to Triabunna to take the ferry to Maria Island when a mist rolled in. I was forced to turn back and stopped at a church graveyard where I remembered my father Alan, who had  fought in the Pacific and whose birthday was the day after Anzac day.
I’d become vaguely aware of a feeling of  sadness at the death and suffering of so many French people during both world wars as I cycled past a  stone cross  at the corner of  Rue de la Croix Blanche on my way to a village, but it wasn’t until I meditated later in the day that I realised that the sadness had a more personal flavour. I thought also of both my grandfathers who had  fought in Flanders and only one had returned.
Anzac day has a numinous quality, an overwhelming sadness that so many lives have been lost in so many wars and still we are powerless to achieve real peace in the world. I feel especially sad when I think that Australia prides itself on a tough stance on refugees, yet cannot see how our participation in wars like those of Iraq and Afghanistan has helped to contribute to the creation of so many asylum seekers and refugees, desperate to find a peaceful life.

“He’s five foot-two, and he’s six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He’s all of thirty-one, and he’s only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.

He’s a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn’t kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

And he’s fighting for Canada,
He’s fighting for France,
He’s fighting for the USA,
And he’s fighting for the Russians,
And he’s fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way.

And he’s fighting for Democracy,
He’s fighting for the Reds,
He says it’s for the peace of all.
He’s the one who must decide,
Who’s to live and who’s to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned them at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He’s the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can’t go on.

He’s the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can’t you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.”


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