“ In times of peace many people single out the brass band as the apple of their eye in the garden of music, so to speak, but let us Highlanders mark time and see what the great Highland bagpipe has done in war.Many pipers have gone over the parapet playing the bagpipes and have won laurels which can never be forgotten. Hundreds of pipers have fallen in the great war to sleep their last sleep in the graves of heroes, after sounding the triumphant charge. The bagpipe has lived in war in its majestic power and splendour, and in peace it should not be allowed to die. ”
John Grant
Biographical details
John Grant, a distinctive voice in Scottish literary tradition, is best known for his seminal work The Pipes of War, a reflective exploration of the Highland bagpipe’s dual role as a symbol of cultural pride and a battlefield companion. His writing intertwines the visceral power of Scottish music with the harrowing realities of conflict, emphasizing how traditional tunes inspired soldiers’ resolve and preserved national identity amid war’s chaos.
Through vivid narratives and poignant observations, Grant underscores the enduring legacy of Scottish military valor, framed by the haunting melodies that accompanied both triumph and sacrifice. His work remains a testament to the indelible bond between heritage and heroism.
Quotes by John Grant
“ It was my privilege to spend some of those evenings, when down the long table in a narrow room the pipers marched, solemnly standing behind the guest's chair and playing old dances and marches of Bonnie Scotland. Then the colonel would offer the pipe-major a glass of whisky, which he would raise high, toasting the health of the officers in Gaelic. After that, on many a good evening in a bad war, the tables would be cleared, and the young officers would dance an eightsome reel, with laughter and simulated passion, and shrill cries of challenge and triumph which stirred a stranger's soul. ”
“ As long as history lasts the spirit of France will salute the memory of these kilted boys and of all the Lowland Scots who have gone into the furnace fires of this war to the music of the pipes, and have fallen in heaps upon her fields. A thousand years hence, when the wind blows softly across the ground where they fought, old Scottish tunes will sound faintly in the ears of men who remember the past, and all this country will be haunted with the ghosts of Scotland's gallant sons. ”
