The U.S. appears to have just passed the legislation to re-introduce ‘the draft’ (military conscription), so far as I can tell without an in-depth dive into American politics (snore…). Though, rather curiously in this age of supposed gender-equality everywhere, it’s reported to be only for men aged 18-26. But no doubt young women are at this moment clamouring for equality here, as elsewhere (sound of crickets chirping). There is no actual draft or registration currently in place, I should add, lest I be accused of ‘misinformation’.

This news, and a recent mini-debate here in the UK about the need for conscription into and rapid training of a “Citizen’s Army” in the event of real hostilities (due to a run-down of the military over many decades), made me think about Lovecraft’s attempts at enlistment in the armed forces during wartime…

I presented myself at the recruiting station of the R.I. National Guard & applied for entry into whichever unit should first proceed to the front [i.e. the front-line of battle, in France]. On account of my lack of technical or special training, I was told that I could not enter the Field Artillery, which leaves first; but was given a blank of application for the Coast Artillery [Corps], which will go after a short preliminary period of defence service at one of the forts of Narragansett Bay.

Thus Lovecraft would have been initially defending against German submarine and (via cliff-top / island patrols) spy/saboteur encroachment on the American coastline. In principle, the type of large emplacement gun seems not altogether unlike a telescope, and perhaps involving some of the same maths and aiming. Possibly his astronomical training at the Ladd Observatory would actually have come in useful?

He made several attempts, I recall. To the extent that, whenever he left the house, his mother was fearful he would try to enlist. But it was not to be, and he was rejected.

Had not my mother disturbed my ambitious effort of last May [1917], in which I utilised my absurdly robust-looking exterior as a passport to martial glory […] I should now be digging trenches, drilling, & pounding a typewriter at Fort Standish in Boston Harbour, where the 9th Co. R.I. Coast Artillery is placed at present.” (Lovecraft, in Letters to Rheinhart Kleiner).

This was on an island, which has a 1914/1921 war-map which may interest those looking for fresh 1920s RPG material / settings relating to Lovecraft. One might devise a “what if” scenario in which a successfully enlisted Lovecraft encounters mysterious and maddening Mythos doings in Boston harbour. He might even get to blast the heck out of the monster with a BIG gun, before going mad… thus especially pleasing the ‘blast Cthulhu with a machine-gun’ RPG crowd.