English clear by the British High Command

English clear by the British High Command

English Breaker Morant Essay topic:Statement of Intention:The most primary reason why I decided to express my views creatively upon this issue, of the film Breaker Morant by Bruce Beresford, is that the order made clear by the British High Command sent out to the Bushveldt Carbineers was bitter and simple.

To fight the Boer on its terms, and to take no prisoners. Such an order could prove fatal, especially to Lieutenant Harry Breaker Morant, who was dishonorably used as a scapegoat for the British Empire to appease political conflict between Germany at the time. Throughout this writing piece, I hope to give insight to the audience in what thoughts feelings would have gone through the Australians minds, especially Lieutenant Harry Breaker Morant.,h I lieutenant Harry Breaker Morant, state to you all today, as god as my witness, in the fight for justice, that my actions and behavior did not at any time breach those of orders given to me by the British High Command during periods of combat. However it was ironically clear that the corrupt jury did not listen, appreciate, or respect Handcock, Whitten or myself in the one eyed courtroom. It was as if we Australians where playing a tails, on a double headed penny, there was no possibility of victory.,h My survival, honour and safe return home was all but a fading light at the end of the tunnel.

It was clear that they wanted me to fight the Boer, but also to be used as a bloody scapegoat for the bloody empire, I lieutenant Morant, leader of the special group, the Bushveldt Carbineers. I guess that us Australians fighting for the Empire was not a privilege, but a bloody scam, a set up, we were fooled. ,h There they where watching us fighting such inhumanly, to take out as many of the enemy as possible, and to return none, that was the order and we did nothing but follow it. Something the British where to afraid to do, and we Australians where demanded to endeavor.,h Well they tricked us all right, they tricked us good, of course this would never be the case if our superior Captain hunt was alive for t he court trail. He was given the order directly from the mouth of the bloody English. Without our skipper, we have no evidence to prove our innocence, they all been sent to bloody India.

The English saw the opportunity to avoid big trouble with Germany, and they took it as a small price to pay, unfortunately for us we where that small price to pay, under the new form of involuntary sacrifice.,h We Australians, where part of a sideshow of the war, being part of the BVC, And as saying goes the first casualty of war is the truth. Its right though, war changes mens nature, and men, should never be trialed in war, as there is no wrong or right doing in war, just pure stupidity. Normal men, put in abnormal situations. As we claim we where just following our orders, fighting the Boer the way they fought us, in extraordinary circumstances. ,h ,h The first day of court was a mess.

Nothing went right and Thomas was in all sorts, for the first few arguments in rebuttal he was struggling, but I dont blame him, hes only had one bloody day to prepare. The English said that they gave no such orders to the BVC to do such actions we did commit, they really do lack the Australian altruism.(Can go on further with the trail If strugln for word count)K.

This was it, our only hope for survival, which due to the circumstances did not favour us Aussies. We are in strife! Handcock looked at me, and without saying, I knew straight away, that his days on this earth are ever so shortened. Whitten was crying, even though he got off the one way trip to the clouds, I bet his folks wont be happy.

It was time for me to leave the cell to hear my verdict. As I departed my cell, Major Thomas was there looking chin down staring, as if he has betrayed me, but I assured him again, that there was no chance to escape this, our fate was predetermined, before we even entered the courtroom. I said cheerfully to Thomas, You win some you loose some.I then wondered if I will ever see rose again was the last though I felt as I approached the senoir office to hear my verdict. Lieutenant Morant Soldier of the British Empire, member of the BVC, due to the three accounts of murder committed by you under the circumstances and policies of combat, The British Empire hereby sentence you to death by firing squad.

I was frozen, in pure disbelief, expected the unexpected, however did not show any emotion. I was like a statue with a heartbeat, for the time being anyway. It was the day before our execution, and the morning after our verdicts was read to us. There was now Australian Enthusiasm, shown or heard by anyone last night, except when Handcock told another of his jokes about the bloody English. Behind every joke there is a little truth. (Whitten crying, doing his job, sentenced to life, where the justice)At least he doesnt get to meet the big boss upstairs, like Handcock and I.

We soldiers have been given the ultimate punishment anyone can be served, and for doing his job, where is the bloody justice in that?Here I am sitting in a lightness cell, waiting for the day to come, for one reason onl, to appease the German government. What a miserable way to leave this earth. The hope is fading, the reality is becoming more and more disheartening every second till Monday morning where I will see my last sunrise. Where I will feel pain for the last time, then feel an endless peace for eternity. Which should never happen to someone at this stage and age of their lives.

I still cant believe that the Australian government will not fight for us to come back home, I bet they probably dont even know about it. What are we to do, nothing much I guess? I cried and prayed before I went to sleep for the first time since I can remember. There it was the last sunrise, which I was to ever see again.

The only sunrise which I dreaded to ever see. The clock of death ticks closer to its time. The door which was to open for me to leave and never return. The one way ticket to the painless, weightless, lifeless, place also known as heaven.

I could fell the presence of evil approaching, the door opened. I was in disbelief, the English priest attempted to lift me up, but before he could I was already standing, my life was honorable, I did my duties to my country, and I was to die a soldier of dignity and pride. I walked out the door an Australian soldier not an soldier of the British Empire.