There are times when the things I think I think are stranger than the things I think and that I know. Like the other day, I was reading for enjoyment, yes a novel concept and every now then I do get the chance to take on such an inviting task. As is typical for my leisure activities, murder played a major role. Another major role was played by a major. A retired major I would assume because he was described as a “gentleman with a private income” and became a major (sorry) suspect. Now here’s what I think I think about that. At least I think I thought this.
Stories, whether played on pages, screen, or stage, set anytime through the early twentieth century and/or in England through modern days, are filled with captains, majors, colonels, and the occasional admiral or general (or brigadier (across the pond)). I think it would cool to actually see that happen in practice and/or real life. (And for all I know, it does – across the pond.)
Except for the odd “Mr. Michael” from a barely English speaking customer service phone representative, I never am never offered any honorific, haven’t hear a title associated with my name since I left hospital practice. But if people were to start introducing, and speaking of and to me as “Captain,” I could get along with that. And I promise I wouldn’t ever give reason to suspect me as the murderer. Everybody knows the butler always did it. (I wonder if I could still fit in my old uniforms. I’m sure the hat would still fit me.)
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I think you thought correctly–there must be some obsession with military figures as heroes or villains. When they’re the villains, it always looks to me like they’re dumbing down because a real captain or general or admiral wouldn’t be quite so foolish to do something that could get them caught. I think you’d look grand as a captain. Or admiral.
The use of old ranks was one of things I’ve read and seen for years but only dawned on me recently how common it was (or at least seemed) until WWII. Then most American writers abandoned it. Maybe they thought people were tired of reminders of war. (And I checked. I do still fit into my hat!)