A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
Awkward English at best, arguably not even a real sentence, something perhaps emanating from the quill of Henry James, the Second Amendment has proved to be a challenge to those charged with interpreting it and a slippery opportunity for those seeking to exploit it. For a couple of hundred years the United States Supreme Court gave full measure to the first thirteen words until rather recently, to achieve the opposite result, it didn’t.
I bring this up not to be provocative or even smarmy but because reading this book reminded me that in the United States we don’t have militias anymore nor – and here I am being smarmy – the excuse of a militia. But in Switzerland – in Switzerland the whole country is a militia.
By its Constitution and legislation Switzerland is prohibited from invading other countries but everyone – all males anyhow – must defend its borders. At the time of this book, 650,000 men were in the Swiss Army. And that’s in peacetime. Then again, it’s always peacetime in Switzerland. They give laurels to Generals when there is no war.
The army trains. Officers leave boardrooms; soldiers leave their farms, their lathes, their students. And they train with live bullets, live bombs. There are six hundred thousand assault rifles in Swiss homes.
My point being the Second Amendment would make sense in Switzerland where unlike us, forgive the repetition, they have a militia.
They have a lot of wine in Switzerland, too, and like their military, they do not export. Switzerland produces about a hundred million litres a year, and consumes virtually all of it. Moreover, Switzerland imports two-thirds of what it drinks. Switzerland imports more Beaujolais than is imported by the United States.
It was interesting learning about Switzerland in the Second World War. For instance:
After France surrendered, the German military attaché sought out Jakob Huber, the Swiss chief of the general staff, and made it clear that he felt the time had come for Switzerland to open its doors and welcome a German Europe. There was a six-decilitre pause. Huber studied the attaché and said, “No one comes through here.”
And this:
A German plane carrying an experimental package of supersecret radar made an unintentional landing near Zurich, possibly guided by the supersecret radar. The Swiss seized the radar and hid it in an alp. The Nazis threatened invasion. The Swiss offered a deal. They brought the radar out of the alp and destroyed it in the presence of German witnesses in return for a dozen fighter planes, on which the iron crosses were painted white.
Albert Einstein, by the way, was rejected by the regular army because of varicose veins and flat feet. But, he had to serve otherwise, in the Service Complémentaire.
When I read John McPhee I get transported, so that I want to drive a hazmat truck, want to build a canoe out of a tree, want to vacation on a Hebridean island, want to fish for shad. I really enjoyed La Place de la Concorde Suisse, learned a lot, was amused, but I have no desire to join the Swiss Army.