In great empires the people who live in the capital, and in the provinces remote from the scene of action, feel, many of them, scarce any inconveniency from the war; but enjoy, at their ease, the amusement of reading in the newspapers the exploits of their own fleets and armies . . . .
They are commonly dissatisfied with the return of peace, which puts an end to their amusement, and to a thousand visionary hopes of conquest and national glory from a longer continuance of the war.
I joke with friends about what its like to be living during the apex and fall of the empire. Especially when you consider how much our army looks like a mercenary army between private contractors and the growth of citizen-seeking legal aliens. Machaivelli had something to say about what happens to the prince who relies on mercenaries.
This also happens to remind me of the admonishments the younger Holmes had for his father in their civil war correspondence. Been reading that in Louis Menand’s the Metaphysical Club. The younger one basically keeps telling Pa to lay off about how the war should be fought and that poorly fought wars, even for a good cause, are still major cluster fucks. Well, I’m paraphrasing.