Sigh. Yes, although I hope for heroics, I know this will not happen. I will avoid troubling authority, concentrating on my family, job, investments. Maybe this was what Jeffers was writing of?
We Are Those People
Robinson Jeffers
I have abhorred the wars and despised the liars, laughed at the frightened
And forecast victory; never one moment's doubt.
But now not far, over the backs of some crawling years, the next
Great war's column of dust and fire writhes
Up the sides of the sky: it becomes clear that we too may suffer
What others have, the brutal horror of defeat—
Or if not in the next, then in the next—therefore watch Germany
And read the future. We wish, of course, that our women
Would die like biting rats in the cellars, our men like wolves on the mountain:
It will not be so. Our men will curse, cringe, obey;
Our women uncover themselves to the grinning victors for bits of chocolate.
. . . and when all is still and there is silence in the land, be sure to have your ear plugs handy.