Telling Families of Dead Soldiers
by
Mark
G. Brennan
by Mark G. Brennan
Unless
one is an heir to a great fortune or majority interest in a successful
business enterprise, the first step Americans take onto the economic
ladder usually entails working in a job that is low-paying, boring
and thankless. My prolonged first step onto the economic ladder,
stretching over my high school and college summers, was a result
of my obliviousness to the importance of having a "real"
summer job which would both look good on my résumé and garner me
the right connections for future employment. While my friends were
accompanying their parents to their Wall Street trading floors or
medical laboratories, I refused to don a suit any earlier than necessary.
Instead of sitting, as my friends were, in air-conditioned luxury
and earning far more than their economic contribution merited, I
spent sweltering days filling potholes on city streets, loading
baseball pitching machines at an amusement park and breaking up
fights as a bouncer in nightclubs. My precocious friends were right.
There were easier ways to earn money which did not involve inhaling
automotive fumes all day, getting beaned by errant pitches, or having
drunks hit you with beer bottles. Yet the physical exertions and
risks of bodily harm that I incurred in my various summer employments
never grated as much as what I considered the thanklessness of my
temporary vocations. Looking out on the employment landscape today
I now realize that my petty complaints pale in comparison to what
is quite possibly the most thankless job in America – the military’s
Casualty Notification Officers ("CNOs" in military-speak).
Nothing
terrifies the family of an active duty soldier more than the appearance
of an officer in full dress, chaplain in tow, knocking on their
front door. Needless to say, the family of a soldier killed in action
bears the brunt of the tragedy. Imagine finding out that your husband
will never return to resume his employment as you, the faithful
wife, wonder how you will feed your children now that your checking
account is overdrawn. Imagine finding out that your wife will never
return to help care for your children as you, the faithful husband,
struggle to raise 4-year-old twin girls. Imagine finding out that
your son, your only surviving relative, will never return so that
you can watch him start a family and bless you with grandchildren.
As upsetting as it is being on the receiving end of such news, repeatedly
delivering that message can be nearly as bad. In a 1991 letter to
the Washington Post, retired Marine Gerald F. Merna wrote of his
experience informing the next-of-kin during the Gulf War: "I
experienced everything from women collapsing in my arms to being
slapped by a distant relative who blamed me for the death. Unfortunately,
it doesn't get any easier with experience. Each call is worse than
the one before it." Not being "thanked" for doing
his job is the least of a CNO’s concerns.
Unfortunately
there is nothing we can do to prevent or even delay this tragic
news. However, we can improve the delivery. If, like in comedy –
"It’s all in the delivery" – then perhaps we can start
making headway in mitigating this American tragedy which has occurred
over 2,500 times in the last few years. No soldier signs up for
duty in the United States military to become a social worker. The
military exists to defend the country and the soldiers that comprise
it fight (literally) toward that end. No one joins the military
to drive around, deliver a brief message and watch what remains
of families collapse right before his eyes. Such activities as helping
with funeral arrangements or explaining survivor benefits are not
part of the curriculum of boot camp. Yet there is a better way,
in fact a much better way. The following solution will enhance the
"democratic process" which Americans unquestioningly adore.
Although it is impossible to guarantee the success of this proposed
change, the resulting debate should be reason enough to pursue it.
The proposal
has three simple steps. Step One is the easiest – abolish the position
of CNO in the military. Step Two is the replacement of the CNO with
the 2 Senators and 1 Congressional Representative of the deceased.
Step Three is watching the ensuing riot. Imagine watching "my"
senators, Hilary Clinton and Charles Schumer, along with some representative
from New York, delivering the fateful news to a New York state resident
who, you can bet your bottom buck, did not donate to any of their
campaigns as keeping their financial heads above water was their
primary preoccupation. After regaining composure, the next-of-kin
might respond with several questions for the messengers like, "As
my elected representatives in the Senate and Congress, why, if you
don’t support this war, don’t you do something about it?" or
"Since you are always so busy talking out of both sides of
your mouth in an effort to win your next election, explain to me
how I, my children and my country benefit from my husband’s death?"
Or how about, "Ms. Clinton, why is your child not fighting
in Iraq if this cause is so important?"
The benefits
of such a system are numerous. First of all, there would not be
any notification calls to my Senators’ familiar $tomping ground$
(sic) of Scarsdale in Westchester County, Roslyn on Long Island
or the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Instead Senators Clinton and
Schumer would have to visit places they have never even heard of
and care even less about, such as White Plains in Westchester, Shirley
on Long Island and the Inwood section of Manhattan. Their big money
donors, or shall we say "patrons," do not live in any
of these lower-end ZIP codes and therefore the idealized, face-to-face,
democratic dialog with one’s Congressmen never transpires there.
The residents of these less "politically astute" areas
are not paying $1,000 a head to rub elbows with Clinton and Schumer
at pretentious Hamptons cocktail parties. $1,000 is more like their
monthly budget for food, rent and clothing. Until our Congressmen
see the sacrifice made by families now sporting one fewer member,
they will never be able to perform the cost/benefit analysis of
our occupation of Iraq. Forgive me for assuming that an elected
official could (or would) actually perform such an analysis unless
it directly impacted his upcoming election.
Slapping
any United States Marine in the face is tantamount to signing your
own death warrant, though no honorable Marine (sorry for the redundancy)
would think of retaliating against a grieving family member since
empathy would be his overriding emotion. While it rarely makes sense
to "attack the messenger" as often happened to Officer
Merna, the urge to slap those responsible for blithely sending your
family member into danger would be much greater and harder to argue
against. Even if your Congressmen claim to oppose the war/occupation,
one’s reaction should run along the lines of demanding why their
objections are so heartless. It would not be surprising to see a
next-of-kin maintain his composure immediately after notification
only to instantaneously lose it after hearing the double-speak response
to such an innocent query.
While we
often hear calls demanding that the children of politicians, or
the politicians themselves, go fight the wars they demand be fought,
this will never transpire. However, requiring elected officials,
those who send others (or other’s children) to fight in wars, to
face the human consequences of their votes by replacing the brave
officers acting as CNOs is a reasonable demand. If nothing else,
when they return to the safety of their seat in Congress you can
rest assured that the debate would heat up a notch, provided they
don’t themselves land in the hospital for informing an especially
upset next-of-kin.
June
10, 2006
Mark
G. Brennan [send him email]
writes from New York City.
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