Tag: 1940s

The Atomic Bombs Are Not Controversial

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Every August 6 this comes around, and I have to give my take. No, the atomic bombs were not controversial and were entirely justified. Totally justified. When Japan was already being starved and firebombed, when the bloodbath of Okinawa was fresh in sight, to not use the superweapons would be wrong even by 2020s standards, much less 1940s ones.

Were they horrific? Definitely. Were they a magic win button that guaranteed a peaceful surrender in place of an invasion that could have killed a million Americans and ten-twenty times as many Japanese? Not by themselves. Could you have wished the war would have ended without them? Of course.

But there was no way they were not being used, and they very well could have prevented something worse. Much worse.

Review: Defence of Villages and Small Towns

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Defence of Villages and Small Towns

It was 1940 and Britain stood alone. Colonel G. A. Wade published the pamphlet/book Defence of Villages and Small Towns to give the massively mobilizing Home Guard a rapid lesson. It’s worth the cost and as more than a historical curiosity. In fact, a lot of its lessons would applicable in contemporary Ukraine or similar (like defending a theoretical desert village in the NTC from the Donovian hordes).

Basically it’s intended to be a casual plain-text tome with as little field-manualese as possible about area defense. It’s about using terrain and available resources, the importance of time, and other crucial things like coordinating unit boundaries to avoid friendly fire. Useful in both historical and understanding terms.

Review: For Whom The Bell Tolls

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For Whom The Bell Tolls

It’s not often that Fuldapocalypse reviews a genuine classic, but today it does with Hemingway’s For Whom The Bell Tolls. There’s pretty good reasons for this. Classics are either deserved legends or overhyped clunkers in my eyes. Guess which one this is.

This story of Robert Jordan, an American volunteer in the Spanish Civil War, is a slow, dull, and most of all pretentious slog. And get used to seeing “Robert Jordan”, because Hemingway spells his full name out in basically every single mention. He also has Spaniards talk like the King James Bible or Silver Age Thor. I was basically going “Ok, that bridge that ROBERT JORDAN is sent to destroy had better have the whole fate of the war hinging on it” not long into the book.

Maybe this would work for someone else. But it didn’t for me.