En av mine største helter er den
canadisk-amerikanske økonomen John Kenneth Galbraith (1908-2006). Hans
selvbiografi "A life in Our Times" er kanskje den boka jeg ville
ha tatt med på ei øde øy. I dette innlegget skal jeg bare gi et
eksempel fra den boka på Galbraiths humor, en viktig grunn til at han er en
sånn glede å lese.
En av personene som åpenbart
appellerte til Galbraiths humoristiske sans, var Major General Orvil A.
Anderson. I 1945 vurderte bl.a. Galbraith og Anderson effekten av de alliertes
bombing av Tyskland og Japan. Anderson var flyvåpenets mann, og forsvarte dets
ære også i dette spørsmålet. Utdrag (s. 197-8, 236-8):
In World War
II, Air Force officers affected a casual as distinct from a spit-and-polish
style. Orvil went further and managed to look as though he had slept in his
uniform.
(...)
He was highly
intelligent, without tact, believed in air power as others believed in the Holy
Spirit and was compulsively articulate. (...) In Washington one day early in
the war when Anderson was a staff officer, his mastery of nonstop conversation
exhausted the patience of Henry Harley Arnold, the head of the Air Force, and
also the limits of the sunny disposition that caused Arnold to be called Hap.
He told Anderson to proceed to Bolling Field and place himself aboard whatever
airplane was that day going the greatest distance from Washington. Anderson
asked if that was an order; Arnold replied that it was from the heart. So
Anderson went to London and out to Eighth Air Force headquarters at High
Wycombe, where, in accordance with custom, he again occupied himself in nonstop
talking.
(...)
Orvil Anderson
told me one day that he was planning a trip to the island battlegrounds of the
South Pacific. (...) The trip would have the principal purpose of proving that
the distance between Guadalcanal and the Philippines, which it had taken
MacArthur three years and more to traverse with his antiquated conceptions of
warfare, could be covered in a B-17 in one day. I was asked along to help
confirm the fact. Other and deeply fraudulent reasons having to do with the
need for a firsthand view of the scene of South Pacific air operations were
adduced and solemnly accepted. Unnecessary travel is always more ingeniously as well as more
indignantly defended than that which is useful.
(…)
In Shanghai we
picked up a businessman who needed a ride to Manila. Through the night, in
competition with the motors, which were separated from us by only a thin skin
of metal, Orvil Anderson recounted for him the history of the air war in
Europe, lingering with pleasure on the thinking behind each of the many
missions. The businessman was deeply pleased by the attention; Anderson was
delighted to have a listener who did not, as we had learned to do, take evasive
action. The consequence was that Orvil totally lost his voice. The rest of our
voyage was in blessed peace.
(...)
An admiral who
accompanied us told of the need to modernize the defenses of Manila Bay. He was
not a radical in such matters. The famous concrete battleship which before the
war had been part of the defenses would have to be replaced by a concrete
aircraft carrier. To see the effect on Anderson, I endorsed the concept. His outrage
was extreme, and he couldn't make it known."
Vi runder av med svenske Jan Åströms
versjon av "Märk hur vår skugga" av Carl Michael Bellman (1740-1795),
fra forestillingen "Life of Bellman" i Ulriksdals Slottspark nær
Stockholm, en "underbar sommarkväll i juni 2010":
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