The phrase and
what it stands for hit me the other day when I followed the story of an elite
group of British military trying to make it out alive across the Iraqi border
into Syria.
These men belonged to the Special Forces of the S.A.S. (Special Air Forces) on
a rescue operation.
The concept of nemo
resideo translated as “leave no one behind” seems to disappear in
the dawn of time. However, it may have been revived during recent conflicts
like the Vietnam War and the wars in Iraq
and Afghanistan.
No matter when or how it originated, the very core of these words led me to Alexander.
It was something he could have initiated if it not already existed.
As I was pondering the matter, I remembered Alexander’s
march across the Karakum Desert towards the Oxus River. Over a distance of roughly sixty kilometers, the troops trudged over endless treeless hills dotted with rare green vegetation. In this “pebble desert”, they fell short on water, and some men broke into the wine and oil provisions making their situation far worse. They all struggled to keep moving, and some were maddened by thirst and lost their sense of orientation. When Alexander
finally reached the river banks, he ordered to light huge fires to bring those
who lost their bearings back on track. Comrades ran back and forth to carry
water to the stragglers. With his usual determination, Alexander
encouraged his troops to keep going. He wasn’t going to leave anyone behind if
he could help it.
But after all,
this may not be entirely Alexander’s doing. The bulk of his
troops had campaigned with his father, who created the first professional army
ever. Most men had been fighting together for ten or twenty years already by
the time Alexander took over the general command. They had
shared the sores of long marches under all weather conditions. They had shared
their food, their sorrows and miseries, as well as their dreams and their
secrets. They had cared for each other’s wounds and got drunk together. Most
importantly, they had learned to rely on each other. They knew the others as
they knew themselves. They were a real band of brothers.
Campaigning with Alexander had tightened that brotherhood as he added
ever more years of service to those which his seasoned soldiers had already computed.
Marching on with their king, the men always had to be alert of the almost daily
dangers. These dangers could take many forms. The men had to face hostile
tribes, rivers in spate, scorching deserts, dilluvian rains, thunderstorms, ice
and freezing cold, earthquakes, wild animals. The list is endless, so it seems.
If the soldiers could not rely on each other, they could not survive. It was as
simple as that. They would never leave any of their buddies behind if they
could help it. Staying together and caring for their comrades was a matter of pure
necessity.
Another event
that came to my mind is the ambush set up by Spitamenes in Bactria
where Alexander’s troops were caught in a guerrilla war.
The confrontation ended in a
pure massacre as only some 350 men out of the 2,300 sent on the mission
survived. There was nothing Alexander, who was still
recovering from his wounds and dysentery in Alexandria Eschate,
could have done to rescue them. The king never sent his men on a suicide
mission. Loosing so many good men hit him hard but all he could do was to
avenge their death. In his anger, he ordered to sweep up the entire valley of
the Polytimetus River. His instructions were clear,
every house and every village should be taken down, all the crops burnt. The
enraged Macedonians didn’t hesitate to execute their orders. Taking revenge was something they understood all too well.
In modern warfare, the US Army personnel are expected to live by what’s called the Soldiers’ Creed. Its last version from 2003 reads as follows:
I am an American Soldier.
I am a Warrior and a member of a team.
I serve the people of the United States, and live the Army Values.
I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.
I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills.
I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself.
I am an expert and I am a professional.
I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the United States of America, in close combat.
I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life.
I am an American Soldier.
Times have really changed for if the concept would certainly have
appealed to Alexander and his Macedonians, I’m sure they didn’t
feel the need to express it in so many words or to spell it out in writing.
They simply knew their duty and what was expected from them and they certainly
would give their all under any circumstance.