{"id":926,"date":"2022-03-09T12:00:06","date_gmt":"2022-03-09T12:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/munitions-of-the-mind\/?p=926"},"modified":"2022-03-03T19:24:03","modified_gmt":"2022-03-03T19:24:03","slug":"tank-war-machine-of-the-battlefield-war-machine-of-the-mind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/munitions-of-the-mind\/2022\/03\/09\/tank-war-machine-of-the-battlefield-war-machine-of-the-mind\/","title":{"rendered":"Tank: War Machine of the Battlefield, War Machine of the Mind"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Written by Mark Connelly<\/p>\n<p>As a teenager in the 1980s I was a great fan of <em>Spitting Image<\/em>. Every Monday morning in school there would be frenzied exchanges of the best lines and sketches. A firm favourite, which has entered the lexicon of my brother and I, was a May Day parade in Red Square. The puppets of the Soviet leadership were becoming mightily bored by the unending display of military might. Suddenly, one piped up with a game declaring, \u2018I spy with my little eye something beginning with T\u2019 in the great cod-Russian accents which we all knew so well from Cold War spy dramas. A Politburo member got the answer: \u2018Tank\u2019 (pronounced, of course, \u2018Tenk\u2019). Having won the round, it was his turn, \u2018I spy with my little eye something beginning with A\u2019. The answer was \u2018another tank,\u2019 next it was something beginning with \u2018Y\u2019, to which, of course, the response was \u2018yet another tank\u2019.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>As Patrick Wright\u2019s excellent <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lrb.co.uk\/the-paper\/v22\/n22\/peter-wollen\/tankishness\">cultural history of the tank<\/a> has told us, the machine is so much more than a bit of military hardware. The tank is a symbol of military power, it is the <em>ultima ratio regum<\/em> of land warfare. Terrifying in its power, weight and force, the tank is the final argument of kings and seemingly the king of the battlefield. As Spike Milligan stated in one of his wonderful war memoirs, \u2018\u201cTanks,\u201d I said. The effect was electric. \u201cTanks?\u201d he said sitting bolt upright. \u201cHow many?\u201d\u2018 From the moment it was first used on the Somme in 1916, the tank\u2019s power has influenced both the imagination and the physical battlefield. Tank the machine and tank the military ghost in the imaginative machine. Whether rumbling along the Champs \u00c9lys\u00e9es in the Nazi victory parade of 1940 or boring Soviet leaders, the tank has exerted itself through its imagined potential and power. For the Israeli Defence Forces the tank is a highly revered object. Its name alone gives it mystical significance: <em>Merkava<\/em>, which is derived from the Hebrew word for \u2018chariot\u2019. Here the mighty clank of its engines and the metallic squeak of its revolving turret become the equivalent of the forces of the Old Testament, the war chariots of ancient Israel\u2019s kings unleashed in battle, the chariot of fire that took away Elijah. Tanks are the dreams of prophets. For some they proclaim salvation and prosperity, for others doom and subjugation.<\/p>\n<p>Yet for all their power and bulk, and largely because of it, tanks are also absurd. Clumsy and lumbering, they are machines with no subtlety whatsoever. They crash, smash, bash. If a situation demands delicacy, a tank is not the answer. Never was this shown more clearly than in June 1989 when Chinese protestors gathered in Tiananmen Square in Beijing. The Chinese government responded by \u2018sending in the tanks\u2019 and parked their \u2018tanks on the lawn\u2019, as the common clich\u00e9s have it. Global television audiences then watched in amazement as a lone protestor, bristling with all the deterrent power of carrier bags, stood in front of a column of tanks. Desperately the tank commander tried to out-manoeuvre him with all the nimble agility of a machine some 55 tonnes in weight. In response to every move the tank made the protestor simply shuffled a few parallel steps. The tank was not the answer to a lone, unarmed protestor. Power had been projected and exerted, but the asymmetry of power was exposed in a startling manner. Tank versus civilian human body was confrontation in the form of near surrealist street theatre.<\/p>\n<p>In the tragedy that is unfolding in front of us in Ukraine the tank is a major instrument and it is performing its traditional roles. It is a military machine and a dreadful symbol of power. At the same time, the almost ludicrous flaws of tanks as both symbols and battle instruments have been made fully apparent. Power and dominion can be exerted through these metal beasts, but they have all-too-easily uncovered Achilles\u2019 Heels. Video coverage has shown these usually highly pampered machines, which demand attention from myriads of technicians, and which drink fuel at a rate that can barely be believed, deserted and helpless. So many of these hugely expensive pieces of military hardware are now seemingly useless and abandoned because their crews can\u2019t get them to work due to a lack of fuel or maintenance, or don\u2019t know where they are going, or perhaps because they don\u2019t want to remain at their posts. The sight would be laughable if this was an exercise or training manoeuvre. \u00a0The fact that it is happening for real, while people are suffering and dying, underlines the travesty of believing that might is right.<\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.kent.ac.uk\/history\/people\/389\/connelly-mark\">Mark Connelly<\/a> is head of the School of History and a specialist in the cultural and military history of modern warfare.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Image Credit: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.iwm.org.uk\/collections\/item\/object\/205215596\">Tank Trials at the Tank Corps Central Stores, Erin<\/a>. \u00a9 IWM Q 11655, Licence: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.iwm.org.uk\/corporate\/policies\/non-commercial-licence\">IWM Non-Commercial Licence<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<ul class=\"kent-social-links\"><li><a href='http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/sharer.php?u=https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/munitions-of-the-mind\/2022\/03\/09\/tank-war-machine-of-the-battlefield-war-machine-of-the-mind\/&amp;t=Tank: War Machine of the Battlefield, War Machine of the Mind' target='_blank'><i class='ksocial-facebook' title='Share via Facebook'><\/i><\/a><\/li><li><a href='http:\/\/twitter.com\/home?status=Tank: War Machine of the Battlefield, War Machine of the Mind%20https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/munitions-of-the-mind\/2022\/03\/09\/tank-war-machine-of-the-battlefield-war-machine-of-the-mind\/' target='_blank'><i class='ksocial-twitter' title='Share via Twitter'><\/i><\/a><\/li><li><a href='https:\/\/plus.google.com\/share?url=https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/munitions-of-the-mind\/2022\/03\/09\/tank-war-machine-of-the-battlefield-war-machine-of-the-mind\/' target='_blank'><i class='ksocial-google-plus' title='Share via Google Plus'><\/i><\/a><\/li><li><a href='http:\/\/linkedin.com\/shareArticle?mini=true&amp;url=https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/munitions-of-the-mind\/2022\/03\/09\/tank-war-machine-of-the-battlefield-war-machine-of-the-mind\/&amp;title=Tank: War Machine of the Battlefield, War Machine of the Mind' target='_blank'><i class='ksocial-linkedin' title='Share via Linked In'><\/i><\/a><\/li><li><a href='mailto:content=https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/munitions-of-the-mind\/2022\/03\/09\/tank-war-machine-of-the-battlefield-war-machine-of-the-mind\/&amp;title=Tank: War Machine of the Battlefield, War Machine of the Mind' target='_blank'><i class='ksocial-email' title='Share via Email'><\/i><\/a><\/li><\/ul>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Written by Mark Connelly As a teenager in the 1980s I was a great fan of Spitting Image. 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