I notice that apart from the widespread complaint that the German pilotless planes ‘seem so unnatural’ (a bomb dropped by a live airman is quite natural, apparently), some journalists are denouncing them as barbarous, inhumane, and ‘an indiscriminate attack on civilians’.
After what we have been doing to the Germans over the past two years, this seems a bit thick, but it is the normal human response to every new weapon. Poison gas, the machine-gun, the submarine, gunpowder, and even the crossbow were similarly denounced in their day. Every weapon seems unfair until you have adopted it yourself. But I would not deny that the pilotless plane, flying bomb, or whatever its correct name may be, is an exceptionally unpleasant thing, because, unlike most other projectiles, it gives you time to think. What is your first reaction when you hear that droning, zooming noise? Inevitably, it is a hope that the noise won’t stop. You want to hear the bomb pass safely overhead and die away into the distance before the engine cuts out. In other words, you are hoping that it will fall on somebody else. So also when you dodge a shell or an ordinary bomb—but in that case you have only about five seconds to take cover and no time to speculate on the bottomless selfishness of the human being.
First published in Tribune, 30 June 1944.
As a person who does electrical fitting on these things for a living (called missiles today), I can relate.
And we do this under a constant droning, zooming noise. If you’re up in the office you’re out of the way of it a lot of the time, but on the shop floor they pipe in commercial radio wall to wall, and there is no dodging it. Many of us have convinced ourselves we enjoy it, or at least it’s helping us get through the working day. But I suspect, like me, the silent majority feel differently and are as tired as Tippi Hendren.
Only Orwell could twist avoiding a V2 into a parable!