Stories of Remembrance: Farley Mowat

In 2005, to commemorate the 60th Anniversary of the end of the Second World War, Canadian celebrities spoke about the meaning of remembrance as part of the Stories of Remembrance Campaign, a project of CanWest News Service (now Postmedia News), the Dominion Institute (now Historica Canada) and Veterans Affairs Canada. This article is reprinted from that campaign.

Mowat, Farley
Mowat has long been one of Canada's best-known and most widely read authors (photo by Fred Phipps, courtesy Farley Mowat).

Wartime Epiphany

Farley Mowat went to war in 1942, like many of his young mates, brimming with confidence, bravado and patriotism. Two years later he was a changed man still loyal to the honour of his army regiment but broken in spirit by what he had seen.

"The Second World War was the single most important element in my existence," he said in 2005, at age 84. "It was a turnaround point in my life. It gave me clarity that I otherwise might never have acquired.

"I saw my own species behaving in a way that no other living creature would ever duplicate. It made me consider that perhaps we weren't the greatest form of life on Earth, not the absolute work of God, but perhaps some kind of cosmic joke, and a rather devilish one at that."

Mowat came home from the war, not celebrating the Allied victory, but seeking an escape from a modern society that for him was now a symbol of death and shame. His searching took him to the inland Inuit of the Arctic, to the fishing outports of Atlantic Canada people who lived and survived close to nature and later into the natural world itself.

The books that would make him famous Lost in the Barrens, Coppermine Journey, Never Cry Wolf, for example would not have been written, he says, if not for his wartime epiphany and his new-found pessimism in humanity.

Sixty years later his views haven't changed.

"I don't have much regard for my own kind," he says. "I don't think it will matter a damn, in the last analysis, if we vanish from the planet. In fact there is reason to think it would be a good idea if we did. It would give other forms of life a better chance."

Fighting in Italy

The son of a First World War veteran, Mowat grew up around the shores of Lake Ontario. He hoped to join the Air Force in 1940 but was rejected for being too small. Instead he joined his father's old army unit, the Hastings and Prince Edward Regiment, stationed at Picton, Ontario. He became a lieutenant, shipped to England in 1942, and the following year joined the First Canadian Infantry Division, leading a platoon of soldiers onto a beach under fire in Operation Husky, the invasion of Sicily. (See Italian Campaign.)

"The Sicilian campaign was an exhilarating if exhausting experience," Mowat has written. "But horror at what we were engaged in quickly began to build within us ... by the time Sicily was liberated, we had been well and truly bloodied and the days of our innocence were over."

Mowat spent many months in combat, slogging his way with the rest of the Canadians slowly northward through Italy. His 1979 book, And No Birds Sang, gives a stark description of the Italian front: "... a world of shadows, of primordial gloom, of inchoate violence ... a blasted landscape whose inhabitants were huddling like dumb and passively enduring beasts in flooded slit trenches or in the gaping ruins of crumbled buildings ... little groups of mules and men laden with food and ammunition sloshed along tracks that were more like running rivers. Tiny, indistinct figures in a void, men and mules plunged half-drowning into the roadside ditches as new storms of shell-fire lashed over them."

Sicily, 1943
Royal Canadian Artillery firing at enemy positions, Sicily, 1943 (photo by J. Smith, courtesy DND/Library and Archives Canada/PA-151748).
Nissoira, Italy, 1943
Personnel of the Hastings and Prince Edward Regiment in a Universal Carrier advancing on Nissoira, Italy. July 1943.
Campochiaro, Italy, 1943
Three men of the Canadian Infantry Brigade preparing to send a hand grenade into a sniper's hideout. 23 Oct. 943/Campochiaro, Italy.

Even on leave from the front, there was no escape from the violence. Mowat's train, snaking along the Mediterranean coast one day toward a rest station in southern Italy, was fired on by a German U-boat surfacing offshore.

By January 1944, Mowat was the sole surviving officer in his regiment among those who had landed alongside him in the assault wave on Sicily.

His father, having known friends in the First World War who willingly walked in front of enemy bullets to escape the madness around them, fretted about his son's emotions and encouraged him, in letters to Italy, not to give up on life.

Mowat himself believed he was close to "burnout.'' He says his life was likely saved, in early 1944, by a transfer from direct combat to a new job as staff officer at his brigade headquarters just behind the battlegrounds. Gratefully, he never returned to direct combat, serving out the war in Italy and Holland at staff headquarters.

Dogs of War

Today Mowat's views on remembrance are uncompromising and controversial: he eschews what he calls the glorification of war in many Remembrance Day events and military anniversaries. He says the media have elevated war into an act of heroism and prestige.

He also says he won't feel neglected if nobody remembers his own personal wartime service. "I escaped alive with my skin, and that's reward enough." What matters is to remember war, he says, "as the abomination that it is."

Stark and simple, Mowat's feelings are summed up in a letter he sent home from Italy, asking his parents to give a message to the family's beloved mutt, Elmer.

"Tell him from me," he said, "the Dogs of War aren't what they're cracked up to be."

Mowat, Farley
Mowat has long been one of Canada's best-known and most widely read authors (courtesy Farley Mowat).

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