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Tommy Atkins is the English soldier, who joking broke the cavalry of France at Minden, who singing marched with the Great Duke to the Danube, who grumbling shattered Napoleon's dreams at Waterloo, who sweating in his red coat tramped back and forth across Indis, who kept his six-rounds-to-the-minute at Mons, and who died in the mud at Passchendaele, the sands of the Western Desert, and the jungles of Burma. If his name has been eclipsed by his more illustrious commanders - Cromwell, Marlborough, Moore, Wolfe, Wellington, Allenby, Slim - they at least will accord him his rightful place beside them. They knew his worth. Tommy Atkins is his story - the story of this most versatile, most adaptable, most un-military soldier.

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TOMMY ATKINS

THE STORY OF THE ENGLISH SOLDIER

To those millions of Tommies whose bones lie abroad, in a thousand fields I dedicate this monument

TOMMY ATKINS

THE STORY OF THE ENGLISH SOLDIER

JOHN LAFFIN

First published in 1966

This edition published in 2011

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‘Tommy Atkins’

Three Centuries of Opinion

1 The Paradox of Tommy Atkins

2 1642–1700 The New Model Army and Its Influence

3 1701–42 Marlorough’s Men

4 1743–70 Battles Glorious, Health Notorious

5 1771–1800 Very Active Service

6 1800–8 ‘These Are Defects but He Is a Valuable Soldier’

7 1808–15 (1) Iron Men of the Peninsula

8 1808–15 (2) Heroes at Albuhera; Hoodlums at Badajoz

9 Punishment: ‘Europe’s Most Barbarous Martial Laws’

10 1815–59 (1) Some of Those Finest Hours

11 1815–59 (2) The Sarah Sands; The Crimea; The Mutiny

12 1860–1902 The Glorious Years

13 1900–18 (1) The Proud Professionals

14 1900–18 (2) Bloodbath for the Zealous Volunteers

15 1918–45 (1) The In-Between Years

16 1939–45 (2) Seven Actions of World War II

17 1945 Ubiquitous Mr Atkins

Acknowledgements and Bibliography

‘Tommy Atkins’

The origin of ‘Tommy Atkins’ as a sobriquet for the English soldier is still disputed. A widely-held belief is that the Duke of Wellington chose the name in 1843. But Lieutenant-General Sir William MacArthur, writing in the Army Medical Services Magazine, says that the War Office used the name ‘Thomas Atkins’ as a representative name in 1815. Specimen forms of the ‘Soldier’s Book’, issued for both Cavalry and Infantry that year, bore against the space for the soldier’s signature: ‘Thomas Atkins, his X mark.’ As education improved ‘his X mark’ was omitted.

However, the phrase ‘Tommy Atkins’ was in use before 1815. A letter sent from Jamaica in 1743, long before Wellington was born, referred to a mutiny among hired soldiery there and said: ‘Except for those from N. America [mostly Irish Papists] ye Marines and Tommy Atkins behaved splendidly.’1

About the same time, incidentally, the English soldier was known as Thomas Lobster, because of his red coat. A reference to ‘Thomas Lobster’ and ‘John Tar’ is to be found in The Craftsman, 12 April, 1740.

Wellington’s use of ‘Thomas Atkins’ is said to have been inspired by a battlefield incident in September 1794 when Wellington, then Arthur Wellesley, led the 33rd Foot, which formed part of General Abercromby’s brigade, in action against the French at Boxtel in the Netherlands. French infantry pressed the brigade hard and their cavalry waited for the order to charge. Wellesley, in reserve with his battalion, moved his companies hinge-wise to allow the beaten battalions to pass through, then form line again. The 33rd fired three volleys, advanced with the bayonet and broke the French. After the action Wellesley noted among the wounded the right-hand man of the Grenadier Company, a fine, efficient soldier of 6ft 3in, a man of twenty years’ service. Now he was dying of three wounds – a sabre-slash in the head, a bayonet thrust in the breast and a bullet through the lungs. He looked up at Wellesley and apparently thought that his young commander was concerned, for he said, ‘It’s all right, sir. It’s all in the day’s work.’ And then he died.

The man’s name was Private Thomas Atkins and his passing is said to have left such an impression upon Wellington that when he was Commander-in-Chief he remembered the name and used it as a specimen on a new set of soldiers’ documents sent to him at Walmer Castle for approval. It makes a fine story, especially as the dying man’s last words could well be a motto for the British Army. But, though repeated by many historians, the story does not appear to prove that Wellington was the first to use the name, but merely that he gave it more popular currency.2

Many other more fanciful stories exist. In 1900, Revd E.J. Hardy, an Army chaplain, gave what he described as a ‘truer’ derivation. At the time of the Indian Mutiny in 1857, when rebellion broke out at Lucknow, all Europeans fled to the Residency for protection. On their way the met a private of the 32nd Regiment (Duke of Cornwall’s Light Infantry) on duty at an outpost. Many civilians urged the soldier to get away while he could, but he said he must remain at his post. And he died there. ‘His name happened to be Thomas Atkins,’ wrote Mr Hardy, ‘and so, throughout the mutiny campaign, when a daring deed was done, the doer was said to be ‘a regular Tommy Atkins’.’

Whatever the true origin of the name, it is peculiarly suitable, both in euphony and Englishness. For this reason I have used it throughout this book, even though it was certainly not in use during the earlier part of the period my account covers.

Significantly, no English officer has ever thought of himself as a ‘Tommy Atkins’, nor has the public mind ever associated the sobriquet with officers. This is in contrast to, say, the Australian officer who prefers to be called a ‘Digger’, in common with his men. The English are the only race to give their soldiers as a nickname a Christian and surname complete. The nearest approach is ‘Jock’, for the Scottish soldier.

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1Quoted in Soldier Magazine, April 1949.

2About the time of the Crimean War (1845–5) tommy was the soldier’s term for brown bread.

Three Centuries of Opinion

Not everybody has found the English soldier and the British Army subjects for praise and even some of the most favourable comments have been spiked with forthright criticism. I have selected the following appraisals as much for their representative value as for what I consider to be their aptness. The object of this book is to show that there is some truth in all of them. Except for the first two, the opinions are listed in order of the periods of dates to which they refer. All the comments are noteworthy; the first two are specially so, because they express the opinions of men who are in some ways the most successful and famous of their respective races – Wellington and Rommel.

They are the scum of the earth and it is really wondeful that we should have made of them the fine fellows they are. With such an army we can go anywhere and do anything.

Wellington: referring to his own army in Spain, Portugal and France, 1808–14.

That day the Guards Brigade had evacuated Knightsbridge, after the area had been subjected all the morning to the combined fire of every piece of artillery we could bring to bear. This brigade was practically a living embodiment of the positive and negative qualities of the British soldier. An extraordinary bravery and toughness was combined with a rigid inability to move quickly.

Rommel, ‘Papers’, 13 June, 1942, four months before the Battle of El Alamein.

An English army of the 14th century, unlike its French counterpart, was the mirror of a nation, not a class. There now appeared for the first time upon the battlefields of the continent that steady British infantry, drawn from the humbler regions of society, which again and again has disconcerted the calculations of brilliant commanders.

Dr H.A.L. Fisher, ‘History of Europe’.

Of the English I would say, they stand by one another, and are often seen to die together. They are spirited and have plenty of boldness . . . They are brave in fighting and full of resolution. They are the best of archers. Abroad, if things are going in favour of the enemy, they preserve good military descipline; and at all times are jovial yet quick in pride.

Robert Flud, 1617.

I must . . . do right to all the officers and men I had the honour to command. Next to the blessing of God, the good success of this campaign is owing to their extraordinary conduct.

Marlborough, speaking of the Battle of Blenheim, 1704.

The British value themselves too much, and think nothing can stand before them.

Captain Blackader of the Cameronians, a Scottish Regiment, after the Battle of Schellenburg, 1704.

Have particular attention to that part of the line which will endure the first shock of the English troops.

Louis XIV to Villeroi in 1706.

I have seen what I never thought to be possible – a single line of infantry break through three lines of cavalry ranked in order of battle, and tumble them to ruin.

Marquis de Contades, French commander at the Battle of Minden, 1 August, 1759. (The saying is also attributed to Marshal de Broglie.)

All preconcerted arrangements were upset by the extraordinary attack of the British Infantry, a feat of gallantry and endurance that stands, so far as I know, absolutely without parallel.

Sir John Fortescue in 1929, writing of the Battle of Minden.

There are risks attached to the British service unknown to any other.

General Abercromby, 1800.

Well clothed, well fed and well lodged no man performs his duty more steadily and more efficiently than the Englishman, but as everything is new in war to persons who are born and bred in a country abounding with plenty . . . he is not always contented, not even subordinate to authority, when severely pressed by privations and hardships.

Dr Robert Jackson, Inspector-General of Army Hospitals, ‘Formation, Discipline and Economy of Armies 1804’ (last published, without change of views, 1845).

Notwithstanding the national propensity for war the English cannot be said to possess the character which is genuinely denominated military.

Ibid.

There is no beating these troops, in spite of their generals. I always thought they were bad soldiers; now I am sure of it. I had turned their right, pierced their centre and everywhere victory was mine, but they did not know how to run. (This is one of several versions – see p.106.)

Marshal Soult, after the Battle of Albuhera, 16 May, 1811.

Meanwhile the English, silent and impassive, with ordered arms, loomed like a long red wall; their aspect was imposing – it impressed novices not a little.

General (later Marshal) Bugeaud, of English troops in the Peninsula, 1812.

The British infantry is the best in the world; fortunately it is not numerous.

Ibid.

Nothing could stop that astonisihng infantry. . . .

Sir Charles Napier, referring to the Battle of Albuhera.

How beautifully those English fight! But they must give way.

Napoleon at Waterloo.

The British Army is what it is because it is officered by gentlemen . . . men who would scorn to do a dishonourable thing and who have something more at stake than a reputation for military smartness.

Wellington.

The barbarity of the English military code incited public horror [in Wellington’s era].

Napier, ‘History’, Book XXI, Chapter 5.

The British army is an army of snobs but the universal snobbery produced here [at Waterloo] a maximum of good results.

Elie Halevy, ‘A History of the English People in 1815’.

They came here in the morning, looked over the wall, walked over it, killed all the garrison, and retired for breakfast.

A Mahratta leader, circa 1803.

Once the British Army has agreed to do something, the thing is done.

Marshal Canrobert, circa 1855.

The helplessness of the British soldier, when left to himself, is proverbial.

J.H. Stocqueler, ‘The British Soldier, 1857’.

The soldiers of other armies may bring knowledge and discipline into the field, and may comport themselves sternly and stubbornly from an enforced obedience. But have any of these men the moral force of the British soldier?

Ibid.

It is very difficult to make an Englishman at any time look like a soldier. He is fond of longish hair and uncut whiskers. . . . Hair is the glory of a woman but the shame of a man.

Colonel Sir Garnet Wolseley (later Field-Marshal Lord Wolseley).

It must be admitted that the distinguishing feature of the British soldier is intrepidity.

Thomas Gowing, Sergeant-Major, Royal Fusiliers, ‘A Soldier’s Experience,’ 1617.

. . . the world has no stauncher fighting man than is the British soldier intrinsically.

Archibald Forbes, ‘Barracks, Bivouacs, Battles’, 1894.

If ever a people or a nation exemplified the phrase ‘brave to a fault’ it is the British. If they had been less brave, there would have been many fewer faults and more victories. Caution they have not; they just bunt ahead and take the consequences.

Captain Slocum, American military observer, 1902, in a report on the Boer War.

English soldiers are brought up with the idea that obedience is of more importance than initiative.

Colonel G.F.R. Henderson, a noted military writer, ‘The Science of War’, 1905.

The men of Badajos and Albuhera did far more than give the death-blow to the ambition of Napoleon; they set an imperishable example of unyielding fortitude, an example which was to influence the coming generations not only of their own islands, but of far distant continents, of Canada, of Australasia and South Africa.

Ibid.

Were it not that so many of my compatriots lacked that which is so largely characteristic of the British soldier – the quality of patriotism and the intense desire to uphold the traditions of his nationality – I would ask, what people in the world would have been able to conquer the Afrikanders?

General Ben Vijoen, ‘My Reminiscences of the Anglo-Boer War’, 1905.

. . . that sorely tried institution, the British Army.

Sir John Fortescue, 1910.

The Englishman still sits in Schwaben Redoubt.

Major-General von Soden, 1916. (The German general had been trying without success to get the Tommies out of the redoubt.)

One is entitled to doubt whether any other [army] would have demonstrated such dour bravery.

Leon Wolff, in ‘In Flanders Fields’, of the British in 1917.

They [British soldiers] love giving, they bear pain patiently. . . .

A British nurse in France, 1917.

There is no kinder creature than the average Tommy. He makes a friend of any stray animal. . . . When he’s gone over the top . . . for the express purpose of doing in the Hun he makes a comrade of the Fritzie he captures. . . .

Coningsby Dawson, ‘Glory of the Trenches’.

Though the little British Army that fought at Mons won glory enough to last the nation for all time, little more was said about it than if Mons had been a sham battle on Salisbury Plain.

Frederick William Wile (an American), ‘Explaining the Britishers’, 1918.

We had achieved great success, which we must not allow later events to make us forget. We had defeated the English [sic] Army.

Geneal Ludendorff, Memoirs, referring to the German offensive of March–April, 1918.

It is thought which unnerves the British, as it inspires the French.

Revd P.H. (‘Tubby’) Clayton, founder of Toc H, writing in 1919.

In our talks (1914–18) in the trenches, in the dugout, or on the fire-step, we often talked of the Tommy, and, as any genuine soldier will easily understand, we spoke of him very much more respectfully than was commonly the case with the newspapers of those days.

Lt Ernst Junger, 73rd Hanoverian Fusilier Regiment, and holder of the Pour le Mérite.

The Englishman never fights better than with his back to the wall. . . . There is not a country in the world where the dead are so quickly forgotten. . . . The element of pity is little known to the Englishman. . . . The English character is simple and hardly subtle.

General Huguet of France, writing in 1922.

The British Army will be remembered best not for its countless deeds of daring and invincible stubbornness in battle, but for its lenience in conquest and its gentleness in domination.

Sir John Fortescue, ‘History of the British Army,’ 1930.

The British soldier, supposed to represent physical force only, is a great moral force within and without the Empire.

Ibid.

And in every case the fighting spirit [of England], dogged determination and use of brutal means in conducting military operations have always remained the same.

Hitler, ‘Mein Kampf’.

The British soldier must be driven to digging himself in the moment he occupies an area, and not to waste time in sightseeing, souvenir hunting and brewing tea.

G.O.C., 36th Division, in Arakan, 1944.

The British soldier . . . is at his best and has performed his most memorable feats when he has been faced with the greatest odds. Essentially his main characteristic is his discipline.

S.H.F. Johnston, ‘British Soldier’, 1944.

The British Army fought like lions.

A German comment on the men of Airborne Division who dropped on Arnhem, September 1944.

You are an ordinary soldier, but your culture is that of all the British, of all the Airborne Division. With death or imprisonment before your eyes you have . . . found that marvellously pure comradeship and simple strength of mind. . . .

Mrs Kate A. Ter Horst, a Dutch housewife, ‘Cloud Over Arnhem’.

Once the British had got their teeth in, and had been in a position for twenty-four hours, it proved almost impossible to shift them. To counter attack the British (in 1944) always costs us very heavy losses.

General Blumentritt, Chief-of-Staff, West, then Corps and Army Commander.

Other armies have vaunted their might; we have gloried most when our soldiers have attained their victories as ‘a thin red line’.

Lt Col Graham Seton Hutchison, ‘The British Army’, 1945.

The best ambassador for Britain is the British soldier.

Field-Marshal Lord Slim, 1947.

It was possible to destory a well-trained and disciplined British infantry battalion, but, as Albuhera proved, it was not possible to break one. And before it could be destroyed it could do an incredible amount of damage. The killing power of a British infantry battalion exceeded anything to be found on the battlefields of the early nineteenth century. The Germans found the same thing in 1914 and in 1944.

Sir Arthur Bryant, ‘Illustrated London News’, 20 May, 1950.

Everything we have and are is ours, and still exists, by grace and courage of the soldiers. They are the men of the century, because without them we should no longer be numbering its years – or numbering them only to curse the wretchedness of our survival in it.

Eric Linklater, ‘A Year of Space’, 1953.

I have read much military history. There arise in my mind the images of some of those warriors who have won immortal fame. . . . But above them all towers the homely but indomitable figure of the British soldier, the finest all-round fighting man the world has seen; who has won so many battles that he never doubts victory, who has suffered so many defeats and disasters on the way to victory that he is never greatly depressed by defeat; whose humorous endurance of time and chance lasts always to the end. The British soldier, too, has a quality of tolerance which extends even to the mistakes of his superiors.

Field-Marshal Lord Wavell, 1953.

The British soldier is one of the world’s greatest humorists.

Field-Marshal Lord Wavell, 1953.

One

The Paradox of Tommy Atkins

The character and the psychology of the English soldier first interested me when, as a boy, I avidly read the colourful and heroic military adventures by G.A. Henty and Escott Lynn, among others. The heroes of their stories were always dashing young officers, but in the background were English soldiers, the raw materials with which the enterprising and daring officers brought off their coups. And raw the common soldier was. He seemed to be illiterate and inarticulate and he spoke English abominably. Dull in appearance – if the book illustrations could be believed – he had little intelligence but immense dog-like devotion to his officers and was cheerfully prepared to give his life for them. Though short on some things, he was long on fortitude and doggedness and he carried out orders with undeviating rigidity.

Not that he could very well do otherwise, since the orders rarely called for any show of initiative or enterprise. This was specially so when the troops were in square – that ‘impenetrable’ British square, which was, in fact, occasionally penetrated, as by the Dervishes at Abu Klea on 17 January 1885.

When I began to read military history I could see that many of the traits given to Tommy Atkins by the fiction writers were true. What struck me most forcibly was that Tommy Atkins, while undoubtedly brave, seemed to be bone-headed stupid. Time and again he marched into the most obvious traps; he would charge, horse and foot, into the teeth of fire from every kind of weapon, from breech-loading cannon to machine-guns. And, in his red coat, he was a fine target for the enemy.

It seemed to me nothing short of scandalous that the Charge of the Light Brigade should have been glorified while the Charge of the Heavy Brigade, on the same day, should have been almost unrecorded and forgotten. The first was a failure and the result of crass incompetence; the second was an astonishing success.

Another intriguing aspect of British military history as printed was that the names of private soldiers, or even of NCOs were very rarely mentioned in despatches or accounts of actions. The only exception was when an NCO or private won a Victoria Cross (after its institution in 1855), but often enough the decoration was awarded not for action against the enemy but for the rescue under fire of a comrade, or more usually of an officer. Many officers were given the decoration for the same act, which, though brave, would scarcely merit a minor award from 1914 onwards.

To all intents and purposes the British Army, in its ‘glorious’ years – say from 1700 to 1900 – consisted of officers and human machines, the former manipulating the latter.

After a lot of reading, and much talking with old soldiers, I saw English troops in action. I admired their steadiness, their ability to take things in their stride; I was appalled by their inability to act decisively and vigorously after they had lost their leaders. What I did not realize at the time was that their helplessness was often due to officers not having passed on information.

My reading had been extensive but not intensive. When I really got down to studying and analysing military history and to writing about it, many mysteries about Thomas Atkins began to resolve themselves – though ‘mystery’ is too strong a word to apply to such an uncomplicated being as the English soldier. The real mystery lay in how England could produce soldiers fit to fight, and usually to win, in so many hundreds of capaigns and battles. This was a mystery because the English, people and parliament, press and pulpit, made life as difficult as possible for the soldier, a state of affairs remedied only in quite recent times.

It would be impossible to exaggerate the difficulties under which Tommy Atkins has laboured for so many years, the savagery with which some of his officers treated him, the crass thoughtlessness with which the Government used him, the spite with which the general public abused him. Starved, poorly housed and woefully equipped, mercilessly worked, over-loaded and grossly underfed and underpaid, his health neglected, his private and personal needs ignored, Tommy Atkins has nevertheless done his duty and allowed his commanders to win their battles.

One of the most frequently told stories about the army is that a commander – he is variously cited as Marlborough, Clive, Wellington, Campbell and others – asked a soldier – here again you may insert what regiment you will – how he would like to be dressed if he had to fight again at Blenheim, Plassey, Waterloo or Lucknow. There is no variation in the answer. The soldier says, ‘In my shirt sleeves, sir.’ The story, though plaintive, must be apocryphal, for surely nobody ever deigned to ask Tommy Atkins what he would like to wear – or eat or how he would like to be accommodated or what he needed in the way of recreation. He was not considered to be entitled to likes or dislikes.

In his mammoth history of the Regular Army from the time of the Restoration to 1870 Sir John Fortescue wrote of English soldiers: The builders of this empire . . . were not worthy of such an army. Two centuries of persecution could not wear out its patience; two centuries of thankless toil could not abate its ardour; two centuries of conquest could not awake its insolence. Dutiful to its masters, merciful to its enemies, it clung steadfastly to its old simple ideals – obedience, service, sacrifice.

Crystallized here is the paradox of the English private soldier. How could he be so successful in so many countries and so many wars and campaigns and over such a long period and yet be so unappreciated in England? ‘Unappreciated’ is too mild a word. For many years he was reviled, mocked and detested. Even at the time when Kipling was glorifying Tommy Atkins the British public had little sympathy for him. At best he was a loyal but dull-witted oaf, at worst he was a repulsive fellow ‘filled with beef, beer and lust’. Elderly ladies were apt to sack a maid caught in company with a redcoat, while a girl who married a serving soldier was generally regarded as having sunk about as low as possible. For many families it was a crowing disgrace to have a son who had ‘gone for a soldier’. Even up to 1914 many a publican refused admission to men in uniform, as did theatre and music-hall managers. For decades Punch delighted in showing the soldier as a figure of fun or derision and the frequent good humour of its comment hardly softened the sting.

In 1945 Field-Marshal Wavell noted that for the first 250 years of his existence Tommy Atkins was treated with ‘contempt, dislike and neglect’.

At varous times thoughtful people have asked why the English soldier fights well. In November 1898, The Navy and Army Illustrated went so far as to say that the British soldier ‘has, as a rule, fought better than anybody else’ and noted that the reason would be worth probing. The magazine editorial continued:

A reasoned answer might surprise some. The good old patriotic explanation that the ‘Briton’ is braver than other people has something in it, but not very much . . . Besides, they have run away a good deal from one another at home, and on occasion they have run away abroad.1

The real explanation of our uniform success, for really it all but amounts to that, lies in this, that no nation has enjoyed so fully the advantage of fighting with small and very highly-drilled corps.

If victories were ours, it is partly because an Englishman held the chief command (this was not the case at Minden) chiefly because the British troops present were ‘the Old Guard’ of the Army; in other words, the most drilled, the most carefully picked of all. The question why that should have been so is precisely what a good history of the British Army ought to explain.

English forces were certainly small or relatively small in the Middle Ages, at Crécy, at Poitiers, and at Agincourt, in Marlborough’s wars, throughout the eighteenth century and in the Peninsula. The English were not commonly the majority even in the medieval battles. Gascons, who were monarchical subjects, and mercenary soldiers of all nations, swarmed in the armies of King Edward or King Henry. English-born soldiers were never more than about a fifth of any of Marlborough’s armies. The proportion was ‘greater in Wellington’s armies; but even there the English were a minority, after deducting the German Legion, the Portuguese under English officers, and so forth.

A year later Navy and Army Illustrated was again seeking to explain Britain’s martial prowess, this time with a back-handed compliment from ‘a distinguished Frenchman’. Even if the magazine invented this Frenchman – why didn’t they identify him? – the comments he made, or was supposed to have made, are interesting. Navy and Army commented that from his criticisms ‘no truer explanation of Britain’s military successes could be imagined’.

The British soldier is no better than any other, but he has won many battles by virtue of his insufferable conceit. Even when he has been handsomely beaten, this same has prevented him from acknowledging it and retiring from the field, as he ought to have done if he had played the game fairly. But what can you do with men who are so infatuated with conceit that every private soldier says to himself ‘The British Army is the finest in the world, my regiment is the finest in the British Army, and I am the finest soldier in my regiment’? Clearly all argument, mental of physical, is lost on such people.

In fact, there is much truth in this. By all the customs and conventions of war English troops have been beaten on many occasions, but have refused to admit defeat and have either fought on to snatch incredible victory or have been wiped out in the trying.

As the ‘distinguished Frenchman’ implied, the regimental system has always been the backbone of English troops. ‘A regiment is embodied tradition,’ somebody wrote. ‘It survives the changes and stress of fretting years.’ More than that, because of the pride in which men held their regiment, it could survive the most savage blows of warfare. The well-being and honour of his regiment was the core of a good soldier’s life – and I hope, making allowances for the modern soldier’s wider range of interests, that this still applies.

It is rare indeed that an English regiment does not hold together. This indestructible cohesion – in Colonel Henderson’s view the best of all the qualities that an armed body can possess – is based not merely on hereditary resolutions, but also on mutual confidence and respect. The men in the ranks have implicit and until recent times an almost childlike faith in their officers; the officers have a limitless belief in the staying power and discipline of their men.

For centuries only Tommy Atkins’s endurance and courage kept him on his feet while actually in the throes of a serious illness – esprit de corps carried to extremes. Men have been known to march and fight while suffering from malaria, cholera, yellow fever, dysentery and typhoid – before the inevitable collapse. Field-Marshal Slim, commanding in Burma, found health ‘his second great problem’.

In every campaign – as distinct from battles – in which a British force has taken part disease has claimed more victims than has the enemy. This applied even to World War II, despite the many advances in medicine, hygiene and surgery up to 1939.

Dr Johnson, who had shrewd ideas about most things, had some pertinent observations about the English soldier and pithily expressed some of his contradictions. He stated that ‘the qualities which commonly make an army formidable are long habits of regularity, great exactness of discipline, and great confidence in the commander’. But he claimed that English soldiers were in no way regular, that their discipline was indifferent, that they had no reason to be confident in their commanders – yet they were, without doubt, ‘the bravest soldiers in Europe’. The explanation lay, said the Doctor, in the independence of character of the Englishman, who called no man his master.

The Doctor was off target, for most Englishmen of his day and for long after were forced to call somebody master. I think that ‘sturdiness of character’ could be better substituted for ‘independence of character’.

The class structure of British society has been perhaps the most important factor in determining the character of the British Army. Critics of the British Army and its system have alleged consistently that one of its main drawbacks is its lack of democratic flexibility. The charge is true enough, although those who refute the charge bring up the same few outstanding private-to-general examples. The point is, however, that it was no less democratic than many other armies and only at certain periods has it compared unfavourably with, say, the French.

It has always been difficult to overcome the initial disadvantages under which the Englishman, as a potential soldier, labours. Colonel G.F.R. Henderson expressed it clearly in 1905: ‘Life in the British Islands, except perhaps on the moors and forests of the north was, and is, no preparation for war whatever.’

The great bulk of the population had no incipient or latent martial quality, unlike those countries which could draw on mountaineers, stockmen, bushmen, shikaris, tribesmen. The average English private had no instinctive feeling for weapons or even for horses as mounts. Something had to counterbalance these deficiencies and that something was pride of race and a certain predilection for good order – which is nothing more than good fellowship.

Henderson: ‘It is certain that the British officer is what Britain makes him. His natural qualities, be they virtues or defects, are those of his race, and it is the country, not himself, which is primarily responsible for the development of the one and the correction of the other.’

This is the social structure at work. The officer came from a ruling class and was instinctively able to take command, even without previous military training. The men, being of a follower class – though by no means a debased or servile one – just as instinctively obeyed. The exceptions on both sides only prove the rule, and gave some force to the dictum that the army (and the navy) was a case of ‘the worst led by the best’.

There can be no doubt about the class Emerson was writing of in 1850, when he gave his impression of the most striking characteristic of the English. ‘In every efficient man there is at first a fine animal. In the English race it is of the best breed – a healthy, juicy, broad-chested creature, steeped in ale and good cheer and a little overloaded by his flesh.’

Sir John Fortescue, writing in 1950, said that the War of Dutch Independence had made the modern English soldier. ‘It was, in fact, the school of the modern British Army,’ he said, though I think this is too broad a statement. ‘Moreover, there is with us a famous corps which dates its birth from those stirring times, and is, indeed, a standing memorial of the Army’s prentice years.’

He was referring to the Buffs – Royal East Kent Regiment. On the outbreak of war between England and the Dutch in 1665, the descendants of the volunteers who had gone there in 1572 were still in Dutch service and were required to take the oath of allegiance to the Dutch Republic or be cashiered. Dismissal from the service meant ruin for the officers and misery for the men, but they refused the oath and were turned adrift. They made their way to England and were formed into the Holland Regiment and became third line regiment in seniority.

‘So the Buffs remain the unique relic of British volunteers in the Low Countries,’ wrote Fortescue. ‘It has the longest pedigree of any corps in the service, and represents the original model of that sorely tried institution, the British Army.’

Yet, so sorely tried, English soldiers in their hundreds of thousands went all over the world to fight and suffer and often to die. Those who came after must have known what they were in for; they must have realized that when their army days were over – if they were lucky enough to live so long – they could make a living only by begging. Yet the army usually managed to find enough men, mostly volunteers, to fill its ranks. Despite their frequently gross maltreatment English soldiers were never bitter. They complained, as all soldiers will, but only rarely was their loyalty soured or their patience fretted. Their whole history is underscored by their steadiness and by their acceptance of whatever conditions happened to apply at any given time.

Occasionally, when trouble was in the offing or immediately after a victory, Tommy Atkins would be showered with verbal confetti; otherwise he would be reviled, as Kipling discerned.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, and ‘Chuck him out, the brute!’

But it’s ‘Saviour of ’is country’ when the guns begin to shoot.

Then it’s Tommy this, an ‘Tommy that, an ‘Tommy, ’ow’s your soul?’

But it’s ‘Thin red line of ’eroes’ when the drums begin to roll.2

Wherever he was schooled and despite his soldierly qualities, Tommy Atkins lacks some of the traditional attributes of a warrior, as several commentators have observed. He finds it difficult to act the conqueror, in stark contrast to German, French, Japanese and American soldiers, among others. Even his most trenchant critics or his worst enemies could hardly accuse Tommy of arrogance or even of victorious pride. After a battle or war, he has remarkable ability to make himself at home and to get along with anybody. He has rarely varied from this, two infamous exceptions being the sacking of Badajoz and San Sebastian during the Peninsular War. Here he was guilty not merely of excesses but of foul crimes against a friendly population and though some writers pretend to find extenuating circumstances I can admit none. Still, that I can single out two instances during several centuries is some proof that excesses are rare. The ability with which Tommy normally makes friends with the local populace has often made soldiers of other nationalities envious.

The most frequent adverse criticism levelled against English soldiers is that they are over-disciplined – which is not their fault – and consequently that they are dull troops. Even Wavell, an enthusiastic Press agent for the English soldier, commented that British military training was stereotyped and unimaginative and believed that English troops in the field were apt to suffer through lack of guile and deception because of the simplicity of the English character.

Discipline as it affects the British Army is a touchy problem. I have myself been extremely critical in print about it, largely because I made the mistake of comparing Tommy Atkins with soldiers of other nations. Comparisons are fair and interesting, but conclusions are unwise and unfair because discipline must make allowances for national failings and strengths, for heredity and environment. So it is easy to say that Tommy Atkins has never been trained to think and then when he is in a position where he must think, he fails. The criticism needs much qualification. Wavell saw discipline merely as ‘the soldierly spirit’ but this is a soldierly understatement, since two types of discipline needs to be distinguished – that which produces good order and system in the military family and that which produces competent fighting men.

The question has always been: To what degree is a soldier to be drilled into instant non-thought obedience and how much is he to be encouraged to think for himself? But for many, many decades the Army had only one answer to the question: The soldier is not paid to think, merely to obey. For a long time this was a valid viewpoint, perhaps the only one. The common soldier was uneducated and had no idea how to think for himself. He was content to be led and regarded his officers, by virtue of their class alone, as demi-gods. Encouraging him to think for himself would have been fruitless. Even NCOs were merely mouthpieces for officers’ orders. Their individual thinking went only so far as military drill. Again, there was no need for a private soldier to think, for the tactics and warfare of the times would have given him no opportunity to think. Those people who criticize soldiers of the sixteenth to nineteenth centuries as automatons forget that this is what they had to be. A military unit, to be effective, had to move as a unit, upright, in formation and in unison. Generally a commander won a battle by the cleverness with which he moved his various pieces chessboard-fashion about the battlefield to counter the moves made by the enemy commander.

His forces could not be badly damaged by musket fire beyond a range of 100 yards – this was the limit of accuracy – although there was the risk of having gaps blown in the ranks by cannon balls. On top of this the infantry had to stay in formation as a protection against cavalry. Once an infantry battalion broke formation every man was vulnerable to cavalry attack. Under these conditions all the soldier needed was absolute and instantaneous obedience and an implanted ability to operate his firearms. In fact, the soldier himself was a weapon operated by his officers or NCOs.

Many people thought, and some still think, that a soldier trained to automatic obedience is more dependable in a crisis and that to this end his training must be lengthy, thorough and detailed. This is why so much stress was placed on personal appearance, on spit and polish. Advocates of total obedience would say that if the soldier is taught to take orders promptly from his nearest superior he will never give way to uncertainty or panic. It was noticeable in World War I, under the appalling and demoralizing conditions of trench warfare, that men who had been trained to shave every day and keep their buttons (and their rifles) clean maintained their morale better than those who had not been so trained. Informality of dress, for instance, tends to express itself in informality of conduct, to inept performance of duty. But spit and polish should not be an end in itself and once a soldier has been thoroughly trained relaxation of controls is possible – the unshaven, unorthodox men of commando units and independent companies proves this.

There are obvious objections to total obedience. A soldier is no longer merely a redcoat in a shoulder-to-shoulder rank. It is no longer sufficient for him to know only how to operate his personal firearm. He must be given multiple skills – how to handle various weapons, how to use ground intelligently, how to camouflage himself, how to take hygiene precautions and many other things. By the very diversity of the abilities he is expected to possess he has inevitably been taught to think.

If you teach a man to think you make him restless, the diehards would have it. This risk must be taken. For the fact is that despite improvements Tommy Atkins is still not sufficiently encouraged to think for himself. Many Australian, New Zealand and Canadian frontline soldiers have been shocked by the spectacle of leaderless English troops huddled in groups not knowing what to do next. This has nothing to do with lack of courage; they simply have not been trained to use their heads.

It is significant that in the British Army officers, though, of course, vastly outnumbered by other ranks, win a greatly disproportionate number of awards for bravery or leadership. In the armies of the British Commonwealth the ratio is in proportion, with many more awards to other ranks. The conclusion is obvious, and again it has nothing to do with courage. Tommy Atkins has never lacked guts, but too often and for too long he has been considered pretty dumb. There have been many disgraceful instances of young officers, sent on patrol, keeping all orders and information to themselves. When killed or taken prisoner they leave the patrol helpless, with even the sergeant ignorant of the mission. Things have changed; subalterns are taught to take NCOs into their confidence. But old attitudes die hard and intellectually Tommy Atkins is still not trusted as much as he might be.

I have been unable to find any previous reference to the strange disparity between the number of officer and O/R escapees from POW camps. Again, O/R prisoners greatly exceeded officer captives, but many more officers got away, though they had no greater opportunity to do so. The point is provokingly significant. The men had not been taught to use their heads; left without officers they were helpless and resigned themselves to their fate.

Undiscerning critics can become really vocal about the ‘class distinction’ of separate messes for officers, sergeants and other ranks. But class distinction has nothing to do with this practice. Separation eliminates favouritism and enables each officer and sergeant to deal with his men more or less impersonally. Other ranks would object as strenuously as officers and sergeants to a common mess; they would be embarrassed, ill at ease and resentful of authority being present in off-duty hours.3

One other trait of the English soldier, rarely given enough importance in analytical study, is his sense of humour. It has always been extremely simple, often childishly so. Much of it would not raise even a faint smile with sophisticated people. But it has played a major part in giving Tommy Atkins his staying power and enabling him to retain his sanity under the great stresses of war.

The methodical Germans had noticed this. After the defeat of 1914–18 they considered at length the matter of morale4 and came to the conclusion that much of the English soldier’s steadiness was due to his sense of humour. They planned to instil such a sense of humour into German soldiers – though they should have known that a national trait of character cannot be transplanted. In a manual about sense of humour the Germans published one of Bruce Bairnsfather’s famous drawings of ‘Old Bill’, sitting in a wrecked building with a great shell-hole in the wall. A rookie asks, ‘What made that hole?’ ‘Mice,’ replied ‘Old Bill’. The Germans added a footnote: ‘It was not mice; it was a shell’.

Writing in 1938, Ian Hay noted that ‘the soldier of today undoubtedly suffers from a definite inferiority complex – which is not altogether surprising or creditable to those directly responsible for it. The present generation have been so sedulously inoculated . . . with the belief that war is a crime – even a righteous war of defence against wanton aggression – and that all who participate therein are either hired assassins or helpless dupes, that today it is difficult for a soldier to perform his highly altruistic duties with any sort of satisfaction or comfort of mind.’

To some extent this attitude still applies. The anti-militarists, the anti-bomb agitators, the anti-colonists have become shrilly hysterical. Some newspapers and magazines make it clear that they regard soldiering as a dirty occupation and some minor political parties use propaganda cleverly designed to make a would-be soldier think that in uniform he would be nothing more than a licensed murderer. It remains difficult for a soldier to carry out his duties with peace of mind.

You may regard a soldier as a hero or a butcher, for there is no profession on which it is so difficult to take a dispassionate point of view. This is because few people are able to discriminate between soldiers and war. Consequently, when in other books I have found virtues and qualities in soldiers I have been accused of glorigying war. This is not so. I am concerned only in seeing that the soldier has his due – that all soldiers have their due. It is wrong to think that soldiers lust for war, and in any case it is not possible for soldiers to bring war about – the politicians do that. Soldiers are merely instruments of policy. It is quite possible to see glory in soldiers’ actions without glorifying war. This is my position.

There is glory enough in the campaigns and battles of Tommy Atkins – glory unique in quality and character, unique in quantity. Much of the spirit of British service abroad is contained in an old song, wrongly believed to be of World War I vintage. Usually titled ‘Here’s To the Last Who Dies’, it was written probably in the early part of the nineteenth century.5

We meet ’neath the sounding rafters,

And the walls around are bare;

As they echo to our laughter

’Twould not seem that the dead were there.

So stand to your glasses steady,

’Tis all we have left to prize,

Quaff a cup to the dead already,

And one to the next who dies.

Who dreads to the dead returning,

Who shrinks from that sable shore

Where the high and haughty yearning

Of the souls will be no more?