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History See other History Articles Title: A Veteran's Day Memorial On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918, an armistice was signed that ended World War I, the first great bloodletting of the twentieth century, "the war to end all wars" that proved but the prelude to World War II. Now, here we are at the 11th day of the 11th month of the sixth year of the twenty-first century and another great bloodletting is underway that, despite the recent electoral thumpin' of the Bush administration and the resignation of Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, has no end in sight. In Iraq, 2,839 American troops have already died, tens of thousands have been wounded, and unknown hundreds of thousands of Iraqis military, insurgent, and civilian have been killed in every grim and bloody way possible. The Iraqi killing fields are far from us here in the United States and, as yet, almost completely unmemorialized. Even to get a sense of the carnage is hard, but the website Antiwar.com now does a remarkable, if grim, daily job of collating at least what's reported. It puts out a running tally of the dead each day including of those nameless bodies found en masse, particularly in the Iraqi capital. ("In the greater Baghdad area, 29 bodies, probable victims of sectarian violence, were discovered late Tuesday into Wednesday
") Each of these reports in its own quiet, understated way is heartrending. Wednesday's was headlined, "2 GI's, 199 Iraqis Killed or Reported Dead; 3 GIs, 137 wounded." And yet these tallies in words which can't account for all the dead who go eternally unreported are incapable of catching the anguish of those who cared for the dead or of tallying what the loss of valuable lives cut short means to two countries. How do you take in the American soldier killed Wednesday "in the same incident in Kirkuk Province," or the 8 Iraqis whose deaths in a vast Baghdad slum were relegated to this single sentence: "Mortars killed eight people and wounded 20 when they fell on a Sadr City district soccer game"; or the unnamed duo in this one: "A roadside bomb near a house in Iskandariya killed a man and his 13-year-old son." If only this Veteran's Day were another Armistice Day. Instead, there will be one of those terrible running tallies from Iraq at Antiwar.com this Saturday, too. Doug Troutman, a veteran of the Vietnam War (whose son is now a veteran of the Iraq War), worked in the postwar years for the Bureau of Land Management and has visited many of the bloody fields of battle of our own history. This is his memorial for the dead this Veteran's Day. ~ Tom Reenacting War: Reflections on a Country Losing Its Humanity By Doug Troutman I've never dealt well with Veterans Day. Perhaps it's because I knew too many men whose names appear on a black wall in Washington D.C. In Vietnam, letters often took weeks to arrive from home, but technology has changed much about war. My son could telephone or email me instantaneously from Baghdad. When he came home on leave, we compared experiences, sometimes laughing about things that caused his mother to leave the room. When he came home, we sometimes spoke softly under a night sky, the Milky Way above, about how small and ignorant we humans really are. I do not believe people should "play" war. I am upset by children with toy guns or sticks or adults with real guns and mock uniforms who "pretend." I've looked out across the revetments at Yorktown and can visualize more than the parade and surrender there that marked the end of the Revolutionary War. I can see the smoke, fire, and death that preceded "victory." I've looked out across a sagebrush and rock-covered landscape in a remote desert of eastern Oregon where "bad spirits" are still in residence, because 10,000 years ago this was a place where men killed each other. I stood before the Alamo, where Mexican General Santa Ana gathered a huge army to wage war on a small band of "rebels", and wondered: What were those fools up to? I stood on Montebello Bluffs, where a man named Pio Pico kicked Santa Ana's butt. From those bluffs he waited for the general's army, just as Sitting Bull did for Custer's troopers, then fired down on them, bloodying the rock and sand of the riverbed below. Custer's game plan was to ride into a trap, while "all the Indians in the world" rode down on him. Santa Ana made the same gross mistake. He did not "remember the Alamo"! I've walked the trails around Fredericksburg, stood behind the very trees where Confederate sharpshooters picked off General Burnside's bluecoats. The contours of the land and the way the trees were scattered told me the story, which I would relive a century after those guns in Virginia fell silent in another, faraway land. The "claymore" mine that worked so effectively as a booby trap in Vietnam was named not for a person, but for a sword that, back in sixteenth century Scotland, was designed and used literally to cut a man in half, top to bottom. At Vietnam's Mang Yang Pass, I stood at the edge of a narrow, winding mountain road and looked down on those crosses in the jungle below that marked the spot where French soldiers died en masse in the war before mine. The military term was "defeat"; the reality was "slaughter." Just a few kilometers away on the same road, I would barely escape a similar, smaller ambush. The times, they weren't a changin'. We should not put crosses in cemeteries; we should scatter them just as they did at Little Big Horn and Mang Yang Pass on old battlefields where people actually fell. The grassy fields at Gettysburg and Yorktown are too clean, too pure, too easy on the eye. An open meadow, brush field, forest, or jungle littered with crosses, or even simple white stones large enough to be seen, would tell the necessary story so much better. Maybe the crosses or the stones should be red. Blood red. The most impressive "interpretive site" I ever saw was at Andersonville, Georgia, where the old Confederate prison (officially named Camp Sumter) once stood. There, a row of simple stakes marked the "dead line" inside its walls across which no prisoner could step without being shot down by the guards. Some POWs were pushed across that line as punishment by their peers. Others deliberately crossed to "escape" from the starvation and misery of prison life. The stockade was designed to hold 10,000 prisoners. At one time, maximum occupancy reached 32,899 and 12,919 men died there. The stench was so terrible that many prisoners began retching and vomiting as soon as they entered the gates. Man's inhumanity to man does not end on the battlefield or with the battle. America has lost its way. The proof of that lies in the Military Commissions Act of 2006. The United States has essentially declared that it will not honor the Geneva Conventions on the treatment of prisoners of war. The Act basically allows the President to decide for himself who is an "enemy" or "terrorist" and how they will be treated. That applies to both physical and psychological torture. My son has been through SERE (Survive Evade Resist Escape) school. He knows what waterboarding is like, when you're reasonably sure the "torturers" do not intend to kill you. One does not want to be waterboarded when the captor is not concerned with your survival. The brain is a terrible thing to waste or wash. I had personal experience with that in Vietnam where, despite the efforts of some troops to obey the Geneva Conventions, the rules weren't always followed. When that happens and we throw away even the limited constraints that the Conventions enforce, we are no longer human. Our troops, including my son, travel to many counties with "blood chits" in their pockets. These small documents say that, if captured, their captors will be rewarded for their safe return. The Military Commissions Act may just have rendered those chits worthless. Back in 2001, Congress began handing a rather insane little man proof that we had learned nothing from Yorktown, the Alamo, Montebello Bluffs, Fredericksburg, Andersonville, Mang Yang, or the "Hanoi Hilton." Once again, we rode blindly to our fate, like Santa Ana or Custer, overconfident that we held power, that we were "right." And our most recent ride hasn't ended yet. Like me, my son is now a veteran. The men and women, who hate war most, are those who were good at it. Veterans combat veterans recognize something that no one without personal experience can ever begin to put a "handle" on. We should neither repeat, nor reenact and glorify, error. Post Comment Private Reply Ignore Thread Top Page Up Full Thread Page Down Bottom/Latest
#1. To: hammerdown (#0)
We should neither repeat, nor reenact and glorify, error. This may explain the blood lust of chickenhawks like Perle, Kristol, Feith, Wolfowitz, Wurmser et al. They never wore a uniform. They never experienced the horrors of war.
This brings up an interesting point. I have talked to plenty of war gamers and WWII re-enactors on the web. There is a huge market in WWII re-enacting equipment for all sides. However, I notice that no-one in the US is in a hurry to "re-enact" Korea, Vietnam or either of the Gulf Wars. Think anybody will be re-enacting scenes from downdown Baghdad 50 years from now at state fairs and such? (The Russians and the Finns love to get together and re-enact the Winter-War. They fire off some blanks, make some noise, and then settle down with a cup of coffee to tell the onlookers about the history behind their acts. At least they teach people something.)
"The more I see of life, the less I fear death" - Me.
On the other hand, Hitler was a combat veteran of World War I. Churchill was not in the military, but was a reporter who was heavily involved in the Boer War -- the one where concentration camps were invented.
That's certainly part of it, but one doesn't necessarily need to experience it firsthand to understand the entire concept of war is wrong and should always be the last resort. It's when recidivistic scum like the present-day Straussian elitists, through their well-heeled connections, burrow their way into positions of influence and enact their twisted philosophy does it become reality. To these patricians, the long term consequences of their theology[sic] are of no concern. It's all about taking everything they can get when they are awarded the "power of privilege".
"Churchill took the brunt of the blame, though there was plenty to go around. He resigned from the Admiralty in 1915 in disgrace. At age 40, his political career seemed to over, and not for the last time. He took leave from Parliament, resumed his military service and ended up on the front lines in France on the Belgian border, where, as a Colonel, he commanded the 6th Royal Scott Fusiliers with distinction. More than once he risked life and limb with fearless expeditions in no-man's land. In his off hours, he would engage in his newfound pastime, painting, sometimes with shells bursting overhead. It was widely reported in all of his military exploits that he was personally fearless in battle."
I don't see it happening at all. There's too much to be made from glorifying their presumed victories and propping up the bastardized version of the "American Dream" than by realizing the results of their failures and striving to reinforce the ideals of our founding and avoid the mis-steps of corrupt administration along the way that have resulted in a war-for-profit state with all the nationalistic bluster it can handle. I almost puked at my son's send-off ceremony this summer, it reminded me of vintage nazi rally footage, complete with all the Goebbelistic lies. The town that I grew up in was involved in 1812 and has a ceremony in january at the battlefield site, also, mainly a rememberance of the fallen.
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