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War Alphabet

Alphabet de la Guerre is a picture book from Brussels, Pour
les Grands et les Petits
. No date, just WWI. We still think this
is what war is: canteens, broad shoulders, helmets
shining. Boots, so much barbed wire. A is for Aviation. B,
, scene of concertina wire. C is for Canon; D, Drapeau.
The pictured men are carved from wood. Tired, hulking, hefting
shells, kissing the red fringe of a flag. E: Elisabeth, a sister
of mercy, tenderly tending a jaundiced bandaged man. G
for Grenadiers, a helmeted soldier lobbing one toward
red flames, smoke, a barricade. H is for : one
grim man handing a medal to another. Pink cheeks, half
blinded by bandage, his mouth too uncertain to be O.
Incendie: a line of refugee faces, babies, hands crowding
the frame from a ruined village, flickers of smoke, of flame.
L: Lance-Flammes, a gas-masked figure's new
flamethrower, boxy and mean. The freshest tech they had
then, out there shooting, saving lives. We still recognize Tank,
Union, Waggonet full of shells. But now we're all alphabet:
NSA, CIA, V for the failed VA. P is for Private Contractors,
for Predator, B for Black Ops, Black Sites. G for Guantanamo,
A for Abu Ghraib, R for Ravens, for Reapers, our remote
control avatars, hovering far from our American home.

Jill McDonough

Alice James Books

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