I could demonstrate this in a number of ways. For example,
Wellington responding along the lines of ‘By gad, so you have’ to a colleague’s
exclamation ‘By gad, I’ve lost my leg’. Or Stan, the handyman on Victoria
Wood’s ‘Dinner Ladies’ reporting that, after his mother had left his father in
1950-something ‘He didn’t cry until
1966, when Germany equalised’. On the whole, then, men are supposed, in western
culture at least, not to show much emotion.
This is perhaps especially true in England, where the still
upper lip is supposed to be the true aim of all true born Englishmen, and young
boys are encouraged to ‘be a brave soldier’ when confronted with a broken arm,
leg, train set or whatever.
This is all well and good, except that Kierkegaard teaches
us that it cannot, in fact, be true. He observes that decisions, ultimately,
have to be taken using emotions, which he describes as passions. The issue is
this: We can continue debating and trying to discern the outcomes of the
various choices before us for ever, if we choose. But, in normal life, we have
to make a choice, a decision, and see what happens.
This is, in fact, one of the criticisms laid at the door of
the ethical theory of utilitarianism, or consequentialism. The idea of
utilitarianism is that you weigh up all the possible outcomes, and choose the
one which maximises some measure of happiness or good for the most number of
people. Firstly, of course, it is impossible to perform this sort of
calculation in any way, shape or form. But secondly, we can keep analysing
until the end of time before we actually decide which is of no use to anyone if
we need to decide here and now whether the player was offside, or if we should
vote for this or that political party.
Fortunately, human nature has been endowed with a function
that allows it to make decisions and get on with living them out. We have
hunches, or intuitions, of whatever we want to call them, make decisions, and
get on with life, and the consequences of those decisions. We have to, or we
would never get out of bed in the morning.
So, how does this play out in wargame terms?
We can, of course, sit in our armchairs by the fire with a
pile of rules and army lists by our elbows, rationally contemplating which army
we will build next. We can draw up lists, scour the catalogues of toy soldier
makers to ensure that they produce figures with exactly the correct form of
scabbard for the year we have in mind, sigh that the number of gaiter buttons
is incorrect on all known figures, and write our orders (or ready them for
email).
At this point, we have to decide. Is this army the army we
want? Will it perform as we hope? Will we possess enough will power to paint it
and get it on the table? All of these questions, and more, have to be answered
in some way before we commit. And yet we do commit, quite easily. Not because
we have analysed all possible combinations of soldiers and all the foes they
are likely to meet, but because we feel that it is right to order. It will
work, we will paint them and do battle with them and even, perhaps, win.
Similarly, on the wargame table, we have to make decisions.
I have mentioned before that I do not really think that knowing the percentage
chances of winning a given combat between two groups of soldiers is
particularly useful, and this is why. A battle is much more complex than a
combat between two different groups of soldiers. We might win the combat, by
riding the skirmishers with our heavy cavalry, but that is not of much use if
our heavy cavalry was, in fact, required on the left wing to exploit a
momentary advantage, the neglect of which leads to our downfall.
The human mind, even in something as relatively simple as a
wargame, thus needs to do a lot more than just thinking about the rational
moves to be made. Firstly, we need to make some sort of decisions or, as I
implied above, we will never have a wargame at all. But secondly, we need to
assimilate so much information, so much about the content of a given situation
on the table (even in a relatively simple wargame, such as DBA) that
rationality cannot be the deciding factor in what we actually decide to do.
Now, this does not mean, as I hope I have said above, that
we are actively irrational in our generalship. What it does mean is that we
cannot afford, and in fact do not, analyse everything. Some situations are
non-analysable in a reasonable time anyway. But mainly, we just have to get on
with our decisions, backing our hunches, intuitions and judgements.
I believe that there is some recent work in psychology that
suggests that we make decisions even before we actually become conscious of
those decisions. I am not a psychologist, but I do suspect that the results
need a bit of caution. Nevertheless, it does suggest that our rational
decisions are not as rational as we might like to think, or, at least, that our
rational deductions are, in the main, only there to justify our emotional
response. Human decision making is a lot more complex that it appears.
The upshot of all this, of course, is that even to us stiff
upper lip types, our emotions or passions are the only way we finally get to
make decisions. Maybe, therefore, we can argue against those who wonder why grown-ups
are immature enough to play with toy soldiers by suggesting that it is a sign
of both intellectual and emotional maturity…