Published 31st March 1917*
370 words
(First read 23/07/2014)
* I found this in The Aberdeen Daily Journal for that date ~ it was undoubtedly published elsewhere on the same date, if not earlier.
The National Service Scheme, not to be confused with the later National Service (compulsory military service), was a voluntary one whereby ~ largely but not exclusively men ~ unable to take part in the war would, on a part-time basis, assume extra jobs there weren't enough people to perform ~ bus-driving, policing, etc.
No doubt someone at the relevant ministry could have ghost-written this for EFB to put his name to, but it bears the distinctive hallmarks of his own prose style.
The article is reproduced below. As far as I know this its first appearance, in full and free of charge, in 97 years.
National Service or National Disgrace? by E. F. Benson
There will be
hardly one man in a hundred who reads these few lines who, during the
last two years and a half, has not [illegible: 'sent' or 'seen'] off
some friend or brother or son to face the day-long and night-long
dangers of the trenches.
Such a one has gone
back home, when the cheerful, gallant train-load pulled out of the
station, to his fireside or his office with a thrill of heroism in
his heart, wishing that he was stronger or younger, and could take
his part in the peril and do something ~ were it only in his power ~
to help Britain. He tells himself that, old though he is, he longs
for the opportunity (the privilege he calls it) of doing 'his bit',
and out of his comfortable bank balance he perhaps finds himself able
to invest a little in the Victory Loan. He swells with pride at the
thought of helping his country, and, at the same time, it is very
jolly to reflect that 'his bit' brings him 5¼ per cent., which is a
most handsome return on so sound a security. And he wants to do more
to help his country.
Then he is
confronted with the National Service scheme, and about that his
patriotism cools a little. He procures a National Service card; he
sees in it a trade of which he really knows a little, and in which he
could be of use. But he does not enrol. He must consider a little
whether he can give up his time, or make a sacrifice at all. Now
there is not too much time for such a man, who thought himself so
patriotic, to prove his patriotism. Unless he enrols he will
definitely have declared himself a neutral in the war. Or, since he
is British, he will have declared himself a deserter. This is
simple, sober fact.
And, unless he
enrols, all his fine thoughts when he saw his son or his brother off
to fight, and risk his life for the sake of his country, will have
proved themselves shams ~ cheap, tawdry shams. That will not be a
very pleasant thought for the rest of his life, will it?
Reproduced from The Aberdeen Daily Journal, 31/03/1917
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