A cursory scan of the right-o-sphere — which, let’s be honest, is where I hang out most of the time — will show that the British sailors recently captured and then released are alternately objects of pity and objects of scorn. What happened to the “stiff upper lips”, they ask. What happened to standing up for your country, they ask. You should have resisted, they say. What happened to “name, rank, and serial number”?
Leaving aside the question of whether or not England is worth standing up for these days, which is ultimately irrelevant, I don’t blame them one bit.
If you are captured by a regime such as Iran, or any of a dozen other terrorist financiers, you can assume the following (particularly if you are an American, but this applies to any Westerner):
- That, contra the Geneva Conventions, you will be trotted out and displayed for as many propaganda purposes as your captors can think of;
- That you will be killed as soon as either these purposes run out or they decide that killing you serves such a purpose (for example, stirring their own people up); and
- That no one — certainly no Western power — is going to come to your aid, unless that “aid” comes in the form of toast points and shrimp cocktails. Their own politics at this point preclude it.
And what about “name, rank, and serial number?” As every teacher knows, the key to expecting a certain behavior is to a) clearly define what is acceptable and b) either demonstrate or provide detailed instruction on how to produce that acceptable result. If none among these sailors demonstrated that, it’s not the fault of the individual sailors — it’s the fault of the Royal Navy. Also the fault of the Royal Navy are whatever rules of engagement that did not allow them to defend themselves when they were clearly not in Iranian waters.
The predictable calculation of someone with a well-developed sense of self-preservation in this situation would be a strictly mercenary one — if no one’s going to bother putting any effort into defending me (or helping me defend myself), why should I bother defending them?
It might be reasonable to ask for at least some stoicism rather than to wave and blow kisses to Ahmadenijad on the way home, but that too is irrelevant on balance.
So under those conditions (and for civilians under any conditions), the sailors have my blessing, for whatever that may be worth, to lie, grovel, and schmooze their way to survival. They weren’t equipped to do any other.
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