The Sword of Deborah: First-hand impressions of the British Women's Army in FranceJesse, F. Tennyson (Fryniwyd Tennyson)
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The Sword of Deborah: First-hand impressions of the British Women's Army in France
Jesse, F. Tennyson (Fryniwyd Tennyson)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Women
What do the French think of our women? That is a question that
inevitably arises in the mind of anyone who knows the differences in
French and English education. Let me show the thing as I think it is, by
means of a metaphor.
It is universally conceded that marriage is a more difficult proposition
than friendship, that it is more a test of affection to live under one
roof and share the daily commonplaces of life than it is to meet
occasionally when one can make a feast of the meeting. Yet this is not
to say that marriage is the less admirable state, but only to allow that
it is one requiring greater sacrifices, greater tact, and--greater
affection. Therefore, when it is admitted that the presence in France
for nearly four years of English soldiers, English civilians on
war-work, and the consequent erection of whole temporary townships for
their accommodation, is a greater test--if you will a greater
strain--for the Entente than if intercourse had been limited to an
occasional interchange of a handful of people, one is not saying
anything derogatory either to French hosts or English guests, but merely
frankly conceding that more depth of affection and understanding is
necessary than would otherwise have been the case. To superficial
relationships, superficial knowledge, but to the big partnerships of
life, complete understanding. And, if that is never quite possible in
this world, at least let the corner where knowledge cannot come be
filled by tolerance.
England is no longer on terms of mere friendly intercourse with France;
the bond is deeper, more indissoluble.... And as in marriage the closest
bond of all is the birth of children, so in this pact of nations the
greatest bond is the loss of children--lost for the same cause upon the
same soil....
With a bond as deep as this--a bond always acknowledged and given its
meed of recognition by the most thoughtful brains and sensitive
hearts--yet, as in marriage, there are bound to be minor irritations,
points, not of meeting, but of conflict. Trifles, indeed, these points,
compared with the magnitude of the bond which unites, but nevertheless
trifles which would be better adjusted than ignored.
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