Every night on CBS News, they have a presentation "American Heroes" that depicts the life (100 words or less) of one of our men (or women) that have parished in Iraq. If I hear, "They were doing what they wanted to be doing", one more time I will scream.
Mr. Roony (CBS 60 Minutes, and decorated WWII vet) put it eloguently last week. He said (in affect), "No man he knew died for his country, he died for the men around him. He perished young, and was loved --- and only wanted to go home. No man that died ever said he wanted to. If asked he might tell you he would rather be in Philadelphia - or just home. No one that died in a war was doing what they wanted to be doing. That's a lie. It's a pretty lie, but it is a lie."
The new propagandizing of our involvement in Iraq, is sad. There is no other term that fits it - it is sad. To believe that men are willingly going into a war to die is scary at best, and makes one wonder if they have expolsives under their "flack" jackets (armor).
$200Billion so far, 2,000 dead (soon), 15,000 wounded (many severely) - for oil. For a boy to show up his Daddy. For WMD, to find Nuclear devices, to .... what ever the catch word or phrase is today.
Point is, no one can speak for the dead. If you asked the dead whether they would rather be breathing than rotting in a grave, I think most might take a breath. If you asked most if what they died for had meaning - they might tell you it must have .... for someone, not necissarily them.
When men write home from a war they always attempt to be encouraging to their loved ones. Stiff upper lip and all that crap. I'm doing good, they keep me around the base camp mostly (when you are really deep in the sheep), nothing happens around here much (we only get mortared nightly - and an occassional rpg). GI's lie to their families. Why make them worry? GI's try to make it out that nothing can ever happen to them (We're all going to live forever - that death crap is for thems not in the know).
GI's use to tend downplay their role in the war and send their love. Today, it sounds like they are up playing up their involvement, applauding patriotism (one of the opieuts to the masses), and mostly going along with the game (their orders).
In 68' & 69, I was in the honor detail for 30-50 military burials. From rifleman, to Sgt of the honor guard. Only a couple ring in my mind. One was for a Marine - we were Army (but, the boy's Daddy asked for us). It may have been our best performance - and the boy that did taps even made our eyes whell in tears (he was a true artiste). After the cerimony we went to our bus and broke out the beer (not out of joy, just a small reward for a thankless job). The boys were hyped, they knew they'ld done well - without a hitch (almost). I was standing in the door of the bus when a voice said, "Sir?". I turned and saw the father of the boy we had just honored. I (literally) snatched to attention (reflex).
"Son." he said, "that was the best of 'em all."
"Sir?"
"Five sons", he answered, " that's the last, and this was the best damn ceremony of them all."
"Sir?"
Yeah, first boy got shot down in 64, second in 65, third in 66, forth in 68 ... and now my last one. Each one went over to avenge the previous one, and then ones, ... and wasn't a damn thing they would listen to. Last son didn't have to go, just wouldn't listen."
"Sir?"
"Well, I noticed one of your riflemen miss fired, don't worry no one else coulda noticed, and I was wondering if I could have that round?"
I looked over my shoulder and saw Carter reject a round, bend down and bring it forward. He place it in the gentleman's hand.
With that he said thank you, turned and walked away with one clenched fist. We no longer felt like celebrating our success. For some they just realised they had buried a son.
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