The world's foremost war historian John Keegan presents an interesting take on military leadership
One of the reasons why i finally bought this book was because it partly focused on two of my favorite all-time battle commanders — Alexander the Great and the Duke of Wellington. That, and John Keegan's genius for making centuries-old battles seem increasingly relevant and significant for modern-day readers.
The book focuses on four commanders and leaders (alexander the great, arthur wellesley [duke of wellington], ulyses s. grant, adolph hitler) whose impact on history has more than compensated for their inclusion on this highly legible and surprisingly enjoyable book
Mr. Keegan postulates that throughout history, the role of commanders/leaders in conducting battles has evolved and paralleled the level of man's technogical progress (along with a host of other sociocultural, economic and ideological factors) — which he neatly labels into four types of leadership: (a) heroic, (b) anti-heroic, (c) un-heroic, (d) false heroic.
To pigeonhole his subjects into this classification, Keegan posits the question: "When conducting a battle, do you lead your men in front?" Each of the 4 possible answers — (a) always, (b) sometimes, (c) seldom, (d) never — defines a type (mask) of command/leadership.
As a parting shot, Keegan concludes that the 'mask of command' required for contemporary times (which he calls Post-Heroic) is the type of leadership that eschews warfare in favor of a rational, multipronged approach (here he cites Kennedy's handling of the Cuban missile crisis as an example). Such an approach, he hopes, would eventually render large-scale battles a thing of the past.
While this proposition seems a bit optimistic — given mankind's war-making propensities — the author presents an insightful and weighty case to promote his theory. And when one considers the bulk of his work so far, one can't help but appreciate the extent of the groundwork that he had undertaken in order to come up with this interesting theory on command and leadership.
To A Louse
On Seeing One On A Lady's Bonnet, At Church
(1786)
Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho', faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her-
Sae fine a lady?
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body.
Swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rels, snug and tight;
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right,
Till ye've got on it-
The verra tapmost, tow'rin height
O' Miss' bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an' grey as ony groset:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't,
Wad dress your droddum.
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss' fine Lunardi! fye!
How daur ye do't?
O Jeany, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin:
Thae winks an' finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin.
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!
note: scram pest, and spray your foul stench somewhere else. of course, there's a bigger bug (the queen bee), but she left for 'stinkier' pastures. last we heard she didn't last long there either for similar reasons (people skills, my ass). robert burns seems to have captured the essence of our sentiment