There is such a big difference in the attitudes and assumptions of the younger people I work with, as compared to the older generation.
It’s not simply a question of optimism versus cynicism, although that concept seems to help younger people dismiss the opinions of the older generation as being somehow less worthy of consideration.
It seems to me to be more about expectations of entitlement… of what is owed to people by the country and the government, in exchange for a certain level of effort… or lack thereof.
I think a large part of why I just don’t mentally connect with a lot of what I see in the attitudes around me, is that I was fortunate enough to join the US Marines, and that there is a world of difference in the expectations for those in the service.
It’s an entirely different culture.
Once you are in the service, you are no longer a civilian, and you are no longer permitted to go succeed or fail on your own, affecting no one but your own sorry ass.
You are not a free member of society.
Your ass belongs to the Corps, and you are expected to accept responsibility for your actions, perform your duty to the utmost of your personal ability, to succeed at all costs, and get the job done.
You are expected to use your personal initiative to see what needs to be done, and then go do it.
And if you do not rise to meet these minimum expectations, you won’t go very far. And there are many, many words for those that fail to rise to the challenge.
This attitude is inculcated in boot camp, it is reinforced by your superiors, and it is explored in detail in the education materials and examples provided to you.
As an example of the educational materials you are expected to learn from, I’d like to let you know that there is a required reading list for US Marines. It has changed a great deal from the time I was in, thats’ for sure.
At the beginning, it wasn’t just a list of what you might expect, non-fiction textbooks and such.
Among other books on the lowest ranking rungs of the list were certain science fiction and fictionalized novels, such as Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card, Starship Troopers by Robert Heinlein, and The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara, just as a few examples you may be familiar with.
I see that the newest list, which has changed with every Commandant, omits Starship Troopers and The Killer Angels. That makes me very sad. I find it odd that Ender’s Game made it but The Killer Angels got cut, but since they reduced the size of the list to 5 official books per rank, I guess I should just be glad they kept one sci-fi title.
One of the books that was on the list when I was in, and still remains, is a work that is not really a book. It’s a short essay.
It’s called A Message to Garcia, written and published by Elbert Hubbard in 1899.
A Message to Garcia was an essay written 109 years ago, and it refers to events that happened at the start of the Spanish-American War.
But the heart of the essay… well, let’s just say that it’s message, in all it’s cranky glory, seems obvious, but does anyone ever remember hearing anything even remotely like it taught in a public school?
Why are subjects such as arithmetic and geography considered to be of greater importance to teach than initiative, determination, and commitment?
I think that, all things considered, today is a fine day to share the essay with all of you. For my friends in the service, it is a warm reminder of an attitude we know all too well.
For my civilian friends born and bred, perhaps reading it will help you to understand the core of why sometimes I and others like me can get so incredibly cranky about some things.
And then again, perhaps not.
A Message to Garcia
By Elbert Hubbard
In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at perihelion. When war broke out between Spain & the United States, it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents. Garcia was somewhere in the mountain vastness of Cuba- no one knew where. No mail nor telegraph message could reach him. The President must secure his cooperation, and quickly.
What to do!
Some one said to the President, “There’s a fellow by the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can.”
Rowan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. How “the fellow by the name of Rowan” took the letter, sealed it up in an oil-skin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle, & in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia, are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail.
The point I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, “Where is he at?” By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the thing- “Carry a message to Garcia!”
General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias.
No man, who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed, but has been well nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man- the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it. Slip-shod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, & half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook or crook, or threat, he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, & sends him an Angel of Light for an assistant. You, reader, put this matter to a test: You are sitting now in your office- six clerks are within call.
Summon any one and make this request: “Please look in the encyclopedia and make a brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio”.
Will the clerk quietly say, “Yes, sir,” and go do the task?
On your life, he will not. He will look at you out of a fishy eye and ask one or more of the following questions:
Who was he?
Where is the encyclopedia?
Was I hired for that?
Don’t you mean Bismarck?
What’s the matter with Charlie doing it?
Is he dead?
Is there any hurry?
Shan’t I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself?
What do you want to know for?
And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him try to find Garcia- and then come back and tell you there is no such man. Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average, I will not.
Now if you are wise you will not bother to explain to your “assistant” that Correggio is indexed under the C’s, not in the K’s, but you will smile sweetly and say, “Never mind,” and go look it up yourself.
And this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold and lift, are the things that put pure Socialism so far into the future. If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their effort is for all? A first-mate with knotted club seems necessary; and the dread of getting “the bounce” Saturday night, holds many a worker to his place.
Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply, can neither spell nor punctuate- and do not think it necessary to.
Can such a one write a letter to Garcia?
“You see that bookkeeper,” said the foreman to me in a large factory.
“Yes, what about him?”
“Well he’s a fine accountant, but if I’d send him up town on an errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when he got to Main Street, would forget what he had been sent for.”
Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia?
We have recently been hearing much maudlin sympathy expressed for the “downtrodden denizen of the sweat-shop” and the “homeless wanderer searching for honest employment,” & with it all often go many hard words for the men in power.
Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a vain attempt to get frowsy ne’er-do-wells to do intelligent work; and his long patient striving with “help” that does nothing but loaf when his back is turned. In every store and factory there is a constant weeding-out process going on. The employer is constantly sending away “help” that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being taken on. No matter how good times are, this sorting continues, only if times are hard and work is scarce, the sorting is done finer- but out and forever out, the incompetent and unworthy go.
It is the survival of the fittest. Self-interest prompts every employer to keep the best- those who can carry a message to Garcia.
I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress him. He cannot give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, “Take it yourself.”
Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regular fire-brand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a thick-soled No. 9 boot.
Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our pitying, let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, slip-shod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude, which, but for their enterprise, would be both hungry & homeless.
Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds- the man who, against great odds has directed the efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there’s nothing in it: nothing but bare board and clothes.
I have carried a dinner pail & worked for day’s wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; & all employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor men are virtuous.
My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the “boss” is away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given a letter for Garcia, quietly take the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but deliver it, never gets “laid off,” nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization is one long anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such a man asks shall be granted; his kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village- in every office, shop, store and factory. The world cries out for such: he is needed, & needed badly- the man who can carry a message to Garcia.