The real, historical Dunkirk was an epic. The movie version is hardly epic.
Moreover, it’s presented completely without context. No Churchill. Not even a swastika. Just another war-is-hell flicker—with boats, and water and drowning.
Via Sgt Mom at Chicago Boyz
A day may come when the courage of men fails,
when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.
An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down,
but it is not this day!
This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth,
I bid you stand, Men of the West! – Aragorn’s speech, before the Black Gates
With our feckless, lying president in full retreat from the Iranian and Islamist threats, it would seem the courage of Western men has failed. Certainly with the London decapitation in full view of a crowd of Brit men— including unarmed and apparently cowardly cops– when only a woman had the cojones to confront the killers. While the cops watched from far enough away to be safe. Disgusting.
Via Sgt. Mom at Chicago Boyz
UPDATE: OTOH, the authorities moved swiftly to punish a few Brits making connections between the Woolwich murder and Islam on Twitter and Facebook, while pretending to know nothing about such a connection.
Similar, as Richard Fernandez notes, to the WaPo pretending that the Muslim rioters in Sweden are merely “youths” protesting the “underprivilege” of the “foreign born.” The WaPo “knows what it means and we are supposed to know what it means but we are not supposed to admit that we know what it means.”
While Swedish police, using a “non-intervention policy” with the rioters,act to stop people defending their homes and vehicles.
This is a dandy historical novel of the 1840s German settlement of the Texas Hill Country which I recommend with caveats. I was familiar with the basic facts but learned a few things, such as the details of Baron Meuesbach’s peace treaty with the Comanches. It was unique in Texas and more or less held until the murderous tribe was exterminated by the U.S. Army. I also didn’t know how inept the pre-Meusebach Verein leaders were or that they employed their own uniformed soldiers to protect the settler families.
As a two-time indie author, I finally realized that it had been a long time since I had read someone else’s indie book. I figured Hayes (the blogosphere and Milblogging’s “Sgt. Mom”) and her Adelsverein trilogy was the best place to start. It was a good decision. This first book paints an epic in satisfying old-fashioned style that effectively lures the reader on.
Unfortunately, Hayes leaves almost nothing to a reader’s imagination. That can grate on folks raised on movies and television. Unlike readers of the 19th century, we don’t need exhaustive description of major and minor actors. I also could have done without all the adverbs. Seemingly every speech is characterized, rather than trusting to the context to convey the meaning. Despite those annoyances, the main characters seem real and lovable and their tragedies and joys won my empathy and spurred my curiosity to find out what would happen to them next.
The typos and misspellings, by my count on 46 of the book’s 365 pages, do slow things down as you try to puzzle out the author’s intention. Surely, most of them could have been avoided, and a second edition to fix them is warranted. However, Hayes is sufficiently talented and her story so well crafted that I’ve bought the second installment, “The Sowing.” I want to find out how the Beckers and the Steinmetzs fare in the turbulent Civil War years. Tragedy ahead, I expect. I’ll be hoping to find that the proofreading has improved.