The Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Drumming like a noise in dreams.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
Soldiers marching, all to die.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
- by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
Two nations went to war, supposedly over the right for homosexuals to marry. New Edom, deeply religious, afflicted by a long running Anarchist insurgency, faced across the seas Damoclea, a violent nation bound by a Marxist usurpation. It began as so many conflicts have begun with a letter making a declaration:
This message is to the Allied States of New Edom, from the Politburo and the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Damoclea and the Presidium and Council of Commissars of the Soviet Popular Republic of Damoclea:
Because of your reactionary policy regarding Communists and homosexuals, depriving them of their social freedoms under the aegis of yet another religious superstition, this one called Christianity, and its non-existent god, the Party and State have adopted a new policy toward Christians in Damoclea. For every homosexual interned in Edom, a Christian will be sent to the gulags. For every homosexual stoned, a Christian will be shot. For every Communist forcibly stripped by mobs of hysterical religious fanatics, a Christian in Damoclea will be forced to perform "community service" to the undersexed men and women of the armed, police, and security forces. Consider Damoclean Christians no longer to be Damoclean nationals, as their citizenship is forfeit, but to be hostages to your co-operation with the Revolution and social justice.
Workers of the world, unite! Cast off the yoke of oppression! You have nothing to lose but your chains!
Sincerely,
First Secretary Thales
And with a response…
FROM THE MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
To First Secretary Thales of Damoclea
I am advised by a number of political authorities, including the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of the Interior, the Governor of Bara Province and the Ethnarch of Harbourtown that there has been no deliberate or even implied accusation of the Communist Party of New Edom for the bombing attack on the hospital, store and re-education center this week. The culprits are with good reason believed by this government to be supporters of the Anarchist insurgency.
Therefore I am writing to you with a single question: does your government support this insurgency and terrorism?
If not, then we will simply leave you with our assurance that all registered political parties, including the Communist Party, are to be protected and regarded as law abiding citizens, and that this mob attack on the Party HQ in Harbourtown is deplored at all levels of government. While the current interim government does not see eye to eye with Communism, our willingness to cooperate in Gloria Regis even to the point of it being to the possible detriment of high ranking military officers should demonstrate our honesty in this regard and should be sufficient to retract your threats on your Christian population. In short: you protect your people, we will protect ours.
If so on the other hand, and you are supporting Anarchist uprising and terrorism in our country, then you are officially going to be warned. But naturally we await your answer.
sincerely,
Benjamin Kent,
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Proletarian City, Damoclea
In a public reaction to the letter from Foreign Minister Kent, First Secretary Thales, now also Premier of Damoclea, spoke at last to the Congress of Workers' and Peasants' Soviets, the nominal legislature of that country and little more than a formal gathering of Party hacks to rubber-stamp whatever the Politburo and the Central Committee wanted, with no serious debate or opposition permitted.
"Comrades, I have received a response from the capitalist, imperialist theocrats ruling New Edom, and it shows clearly that they are more concerned with protecting themselves and their religious brethren from revolutionary justice than in providing more social justice, progress, and liberation to the oppressed masses and minorities of their country!
"They claim that the assault on our fraternal socialist comrades was a simple case of popular upheaval, but we all know better. No ordinary worker or peasant has any vested interest in destroying his own champions. Only the capitalist robber barons and their petty bourgeois minions in the clergy have such an interest and a stake in the destruction of our fraternal socialist comrades, anywhere! Only by seducing the gullible and superstitious into believing the repugnant dogmas of the End Times Church and its confederates in the other Edomite sects have they succeeded in whipping up a frenzy of blood and fire, aimed at the very vanguard which seeks to liberate them from the yoke of the capitalist oppressors!
"Comrades, let there be no doubt. We disapprove of the Hooded Man not because he used death camps, which was more consideration and opportunity to survive revolutionary justice than the vile Edenists truly deserved, but because, like all revolutionary anarchist fools, he rejects and seeks to bypass the necessary phase of socialism which must precede true Communism! He means well, but he is naive. Only by a temporary dictatorship of the proletariat can a true people's democracy be achieved, comrades!
"They want to complain of rape? Let them! They want to complain of religious persecution? Let them! In the end, their whining tongues will be silenced forever by the rifles and bullets of our execution squads! In the end, they will be put to the wall as they deserve! No man can be an effective Marxist unless he is also a Leninist! Only through the purging fires of the International Revolution of the Working Class can a stateless, classless utopia emerge!
"Let the fires of the Revolution spread further throughout Edom, under the guidance of the aggrieved and persecuted revolutionary vanguard there, and let blood as red as that of our flag flow through the streets unless the last capitalist, aristocrat, and priest is too dead to oppress the workers of New Edom!
"I urge this upon those comrades in New Edom who feel pressure to compromise or conform! Do not relent, comrades! Stand tall, on your feet rather than on your knees, and bring their idol and his mass-priests lower than they have ever imagined! We shake our fists at their dead, non-existent, man-made god and his clergy! We call his church to account for its crimes against humanity!
"Now is the time for direct action! The enemy of the worker and peasant is weak. He has a bloody nose and a black eye! He has been bled dry by death and destruction! He is straining and stretched thin from his imperialist adventures overseas! Now, you should strike and hit him hard! Now, you should rise up and seize power for yourselves and the People! Make it a people's war against the capitalists of your land and their clerical puppets!
"Know that we stand with you in spirit, and if we have the chance to lend you aid, we will do so, Comrades, only do this now! It is your solemn duty as true sons and daughters of the Revolution and disciples of Marx and Lenin! Yes, there will be travail and blood, as with all births, but in the end, you will deliver to posterity and to history a new, socialist, Soviet Edom, and you will toss the fundamentalists and their cohorts onto the dung heap of history!"
The response of the Congress of Workers' and Peasants' Soviets of Damoclea rose in full-throated acclamation and a standing ovation of true ideologues and fanatics, fully convinced that the Revolution would soon spread to New Edom (the focus of the speech) as well as to Arcologia (not mentioned). The latter was the "soft underbelly" of Cornellia and the Party's activities there were meant to be an open secret, so that to the ignorant, it was just a popular socialist uprising, but their comrades in Arcologia would know better, of course. Being good Trotskyites, they were committed to exporting the Revolution, whatever it took.
In short order, they all broke out into the Internationale, singing it on their feet as they dreamed of the Revolution coming to the oppressed workers and peasants of Cornellia at last!
Arise, the workers of all nations!
Arise, oppressed of the earth!
For justice thunders condemnation:
A better world's in birth!
It is time to win emancipation,
Arise, you slaves, no more in thrall!
The earth will rise on new foundations:
We, who were nothing, shall be all!
Forward, brothers and sisters,
And the last fight let us face;
The Internationale
Unites the human race!
Forward, brothers and sisters,
And the last fight let us face;
The Internationale
Unites the human race!
We see through their disinformation:
Designs to turn us into war.
But soon, the soldiers in formation
Will break ranks and fight no more.
And if those cowards think it's their right
To sacrifice us to their dream,
They'll see the power of our own might;
It's time to end the old regime.
Forward, brothers and sisters,
And the last fight let us face;
The Internationale
Unites the human race!
Forward, brothers and sisters,
And the last fight let us face;
The Internationale
Unites the human race!
Just we, the workers of the world-wide,
The mighty army of labor,
To own the planet have a true right -
But the parasites — never!
For too long we've endured exploitation,
Too long we've been the vulture's prey.
Farewell to days of condemnation!
The red dawn brings a bright new day!
Forward, brothers and sisters,
And the last fight let us face;
The Internationale
Unites the human race!
Forward, brothers and sisters,
And the last fight let us face;
The Internationale
Unites the human race!
Palace of Justice, Fineberg, New Edom
His personal aides had been expressing some concern about what was being called the Damoclean Decision. But the President smiled at them.
“I’ve a duty to my countrymen, when it comes to brass tacks,” said Perrin Pahath-Moab, sitting behind his desk in his office in the Palace of Justice, “And while I’ve been given powers beyond anyone but late King Mark, there’s a catch. It doesn’t matter who proposes I’ve responsibility. So cabinet meetings Legislature sessions church conclaves and royal councils—whatever it stops with me. So when it comes to crossing the line, no question of it the job is mine, because I’m the President and I know best. History is gonna put the target on my chest. So yeah it’s mine, but don’t be fooled—this is how New Edom chose to be ruled.”
“Shall I send them in then?” Commander Rautio said. Perrin Pahath-Moab nodded, and reached down to stroke the wiry fur on the ears of his Airedale terrier, Rover.
And in they came; Heavy jawed dark skinned Benjamin Kent, stocky compact General Benajah, balding striking Dr. Nicanor, tall broad shouldered broad bellied General Adams, General Zelek with his dueling scar and graying hair and goatee, dark haired smoking Sidney Harcourt.
“Ah, gentlemen, you know why we are here. We’ve not much time, and quite a problem here.” Perrin said.
“Yes, did you listen to that howling man, the Premier they call Thales? Anarchists are bombing and it’s at us that he wails.” Benjamin Kent said, shaking his head.
“He’s dangerous.” Sidney Harcourt remarked, stubbing his cigarette into an ashtray.
“Yes, he’s dangerous,” agreed General Zelek.
“But we’re concerned about the issue of international Anarchism…the pro-homosexuals…” began Dr. Nicanor.
“No. We need a more permanent solution to our problem.” Perrin said, shaking his head.
“So…what should we do about all the pro-Anarchists? They call to the people to rise against our rule.” Harcourt said rhetorically. “I mean they bomb hospitals, schools and civilians—even our Communists think that they’re cruel.”
“And if we don’t curb this, the ETC will rise and grow powerful as the citizens see the success that they’ve won.” Dr. Nicanor pointed out. “After that incident in Gloria Regis, our plans to remove them will all come undone.”
“And I see Burden returning, ruining all that we’ve fought hard to gain.” Perrin said, looking each of them in the eye in turn. “I see death and destruction, the nation in tatters, in ruins again.”
“But then how can we deal with this Anarchist terror?” exclaimed Nicanor in frustration. “They’re like a phantom, so who do we strike?”
“Gentlemen, you must see the problem—the ones here at home are losing their will. We’ll look past the immediate difficulties to see its their lifeline we kill. So we strike at the heart of those who support them, who stand on their side. Their fight will end here in Edom when their morale and supply lines have died.” Perrin then drew his dagger sidearm, rose and rolled out a map of Damoclea and plunged a dagger into it. The men in the room were all transfixed, their eyes began to light up. “We take the conflict to the heart of the enemy. Pick an example. Just like when you go to a new school—you pick the bully and go for him, and the others will learn fast enough to leave you alone.”
“Harcourt, you find out all you can about them; Zelek, you, Kent, and Fish work together, get their neighbor, Lyscania, to support us as a FOB. I understand that they themselves have a negligible military now, so that gives us a good excuse. Nicanor, prepare a case for the WA and our more democratic and peace loving allies in case they carp a bit. General Benajah, General Adams—I want an expeditionary force of 100,000 troops, with appropriate ships and air force to be prepared to move to Lyscania.”
The men in the room were stunned.
“You…are actually going on the offensive?” said Zelek. This was astonishing, New Edom had not done this in 2 generations.
“We are, gentlemen. We are. You have your orders.” Perrin said. “Let me remind you—you play ball with me, and I’ll play ball with you. You do your bit, and I’ll do mine. We’re all part of the same team, in a fight for freedom. Work hard, train hard, play hard, and play the game!”