| July, 2007 - The dust is flying in Afghanistan, and its blinding everyone there. It's all, report journalists at the Toronto Star, about medals...
Certain members of the Canadian Army seem to have forgotten their reason for being there... They think it's all about medals...
As the war degenerates into predictable, and imminent failure, the squabbles have begun, everyone trying to claim this or that trophy of the spoils of war.
It's all about who is a better soldier, a braver, more meritorious hero, deserving of a higher class medal than some others.
It's all about medals, the trophies of war for professional soldiers, and really their only achievements in life - the clatter of hardware on their chests - their service medals.
In the Boer War, 1899-1902, where Canada sent its first ever fighting troops overseas, Canadian soldiers, each got a basic service medal for going and serving in South Africa, in whatever capacity.
Whoever got off the ship in South Africa got the medal.
Those who took part in set piece battles, received a clasp with the name of the battle. Canadians who were present at Paardeberg, during the battle, got the Paardeberg clasp.
Some like James Diffey, left managed to get five clasps.
It was relatively easy to define a set piece battle; the enemy held a piece of ground, like Paardeberg, and the Canadians helped capture it after a 10 day battle.
Everyone there, not just the shooting troops, got the clasp. James Diffey was a member of the British Army Service Corps, probably driving a wagon to bring up the supplies for those in the line of fire. Common sense dictated that food and supply wagons were not parked where the shooting took place.
James' bar for Paardeberg was not withheld because he did not try to engage Boers in hand-to-hand combat.
He was there; he did his part; he got the clasp. And no one thought the lesser of him for it. They were all civilian soldiers... doing their bit, for Queen & Country. Not professionals, competing for Glory...
James Diffey's service medals are, in fact, the perfect model of how Canadian medals evolved from Victorian to modern times.
TO MEDDLE OR NOT... |
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The macho members of the Canadian Forces have suggested that those who stay safe behind the wire, near Tim Hortons on the base at Kandahar - the vast majority - should get a medal that suitably fits the dangerous environment in which they serve their country - while the combative few go out and about in tanks raining death and destruction on any hapless Afghans who may be around, wherever a terrorist has been spotted, or presumed to have been spotted, or presumed to have been a terrorist, or whatever...
The Canadian Army brass is currently working hard to come up with a solution to help separate "the men from the boys" in Afghanistan.
We're not sure into which group Rosie diManno would fit or whether she has been embedded with enough grunts to qualify for an honour? Hopefully she's keeping score; we know they are...
We suggest the Tim Hortons Clasp to stop the squabbling. It's a totally unique Canadian clasp, which no other armies can claim. It will clearly show - this should please General Hillier enormously - which soldiers are cast in his mold and which are not...
Tim Hortons - we're sure it would cooperate fully - could even be approached to pay for the clasps; another plus in that this enormous cost saving would permit the Canadian military to buy thicker armour plating for their helmets, vests, and vehicles, to give them better protection from the locals, as they continue to do their "development work" in Afghanistan.
The chances for this are very good. Here's what General Hillier said about the Canadian Forces relationship with Tim Hortons:
“Opening a Tim Hortons to serve our troops in Afghanistan strengthens an already superb relationship between two great Canadian institutions. I would like to thank Tim Hortons for their endless support of the CF over the years.” |
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In the first year of the Boer War, set-piece battles, with one group confronting another, over a set piece of ground, and contesting it till there was a clear cut winner, had actually been the norm in history.
That changed at the end of 1900, when the Boers gave up this foolish out-in-the-open test of arms against a vastly numerically superior enemy. Instead they launched small guerilla operations all over the place, at totally unpredictable times, and with devastating, but often inconclusive results.
Guerilla warfare created horrific headaches for General Kitchener and his army.
He wanted to fight set piece battles but couldn't, finding himself fighting a brush fire of insurgency in every part of South Africa.
It would take him a year and a half after the British said they had won, to get peace.
And even then, he didn't win it; it was given to him by the Boers who had lost the will to sustain the losses of their women and children at the hands of the British war machine.
Some 80,000 British troops couldn't defeat a determined guerilla army of some 12,000 that were in the field at the end.
The clasp makers in England were tearing their hair out. Just which of all these scores of guerilla skirmishes do we give a clasp to? The Army concluded that the clasp system for set-piece battles, that had been used seemingly forever, had to go.
So medals issued during the guerilla war - which coincided with the succession of Edward VII in January, 1901 - were only issued with territorial clasps, the South Africa Bars for 1901, and for 1902. James Diffey, the wagon driver, got them both, the very same ones awarded to the shooting troops.
When World War I started, a dozen years later, James Diffey was there, but this time as a Canadian in a Canadian unit, the Army Medical Service Corps.
Again he was not a shooting soldier in the front line but possibly a medic in a hospital behind the lines.
The Army brass again debated the problem of medals. Do we resurrect the battle clasp system of old?
They decided that it was a nightmare of trying to figure out which was a battle, and which was not, and where one ended, or not.
In the end they opted for service medals based on territories, not combat honours, also reasoning that if you served in a dangerous place you could die of disease, get killed in accidents, or ship sinkings.
lf you went overseas to serve you got a medal; if you entered a theatre of war you got another; if you were an original in the war zone you got another. Those behind the lines got the same medal as those in the line of fire. There were no second class soldiers in the fight to make the world safe for democracy.
The practice continued in World War II.
Joe Barfoot never shot at anybody; never was shot at by anyone, did his service in beautiful Ucluelet, British Columbia, on Canso patrol for Japanese submarines or warships that might threaten Canada's west coast.
He died, in service to his fellow Canadians, as selflessly and surely as any soldier in the front lines in Germany, Africa, or Asia.
Only one more thing one can say about Joe Barfoot. He was - as were the overwhelming majority of Canadian soldiers in World War II - civilian, short-term, volunteer soldiers, not career militarists.
He would never have understood, or condoned, the selfish and unseemly squabbling over medals that has recently consumed the time and energy of Canada's professional soldiers.
It shames the thousands of Canadian civilian soldiers, in World Wars I and II who never returned home to wife and families, to share a future with them, to live, and grow old, in peace.
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A Great Canadian Heritage Treasure |
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Flight Sgt. Joseph Colclough Barfoot 1918-1944 |
| Where's your medals, Joe? We miss your kind today... |
Joe was one of the civilian heroes who gave his life for his country during World War II. Only 26 years old, he was killed when his Canso PBY-5A flying boat returned from a Pacific patrol and crashed and exploded on the inlet at Ucluelet, on western Vancouver Island, June 9, 1944. Eight of his companions were killed; one survived.
Neither war, nor medals, were his game, or his passion; only service to his fellow man, at a time of great national need.
And he sacrificed everything a 26 year old could: his entire future life as a civilian, a recent bride, and a daughter he would never see...
He had expected nothing for his service, beyond $3.70 a day for a Sergeant's pay, and .75 cents a day, food allowance. That's it. He expected nothing more, not even a medal, which he never received... He wouldn't have cared...
Where are people today, willing to make that kind of deal? In exchange for losing it all...
He saw it as his gift to the Nation; the gift of his generation of selfless, men and women civilian volunteer soldiers.
He, like 47,000 others in World War II, gave his life so that others - and not just Canadians - could live,
in Peace.
He would never have understood the squabbling of today's professional soldiers over medals, and to denigrating the service of some, who serve, to the sacrifice of others.

The Hollowness of Medals - The only thanks Joe's widow, Audrey, ever got for Joe's sacrifice - the Memorial Cross, issued to all mothers or widows who lost a loved one in World War I and II.
The painful cry from mothers who have suffered the ultimate loss, in every war, has always been:
"Keep your damn medals, I would rather have my child back!"
From Canada, some 67,000 of them in World War I; some 45,000 in World War II.
Just what is wrong with those two to three thousand career professionals - who fight for pay in Afghanistan - squabbling for better medals?
Are they, like Joe Barfoot, the brightest and the best? |
Great Canadian Heritage Treasure |

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| General Service Medal - 1899 |
Orig. medal - Size - 37 cm
Found - Campbellville, ON
Inscribed - J Woodward, 27th Bn |
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The Civilian Volunteers of 1866 & 1870
It is strange beyond belief - and totally un-Canadian - that in the midst of a campaign, professional soldiers are squabbling over medals...
In 1866, and again in 1870, when the homeland of Canada was under attack, by Irish Fenian invaders from the United States, the Canadian Militia - civilian part time soldiers - responded, instantly, to the defence of the motherland. No questions asked... Some died.
No one thought of medals; their concern was the safety of their country, their communities. That was their passion. not rewards and honours to strut about with.
In fact it would not be till some thirty years later - at which time many who served were long dead - that a medal was struck to commemorate their service in the Fenian Raids of 1866 and 1870.
How times have changed with today's professional army... squabbling during the campaign, before the war is even won...
Now we are left with the disquieting thought that the effectiveness of the Canadian military is greatly being undermined by the acidic divisiveness over who is getting the best medal, and this in the middle of a combat tour no less!!!
The Civilian Volunteers of 1866 & 1870
It is strange beyond belief - and totally un-Canadian - that in the midst of a campaign, professional soldiers are squabbling over medals...
In 1866, and again in 1870, when the homeland of Canada was under attack, by Irish Fenian invaders from the United States, the Canadian Militia - civilian part time soldiers - responded, instantly, to the defence of the motherland. No questions asked... Some died.
No one thought of medals; their concern was the safety of their country, their communities. That was their passion. not rewards and honours to strut about with.
In fact it would not be till some thirty years later - at which time many who served were long dead - that a medal was struck to commemorate their service in the Fenian Raids of 1866 and 1870.
How times have changed with today's professional army... squabbling during the campaign, before the war is even won...
Now we are left with the disquieting thought that the effectiveness of the Canadian military is greatly being undermined by the acidic divisiveness over who is getting the best medal, and this in the middle of a combat tour no less!!! |
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