Ops Has Issued A Communiquť
night the war began I got my guns out and tinkered; loading magazines,
cleaning them and preparing for what? My wife asked me, as she always
does, if I was expecting an attack here the woods in Georgia. Iíd
done the same thing on 9/11, the Rodney King riots and the First
looked at me sadly and said, "I donít suppose you could stop
yourself even if you wanted to." No, probably not.
old soldier routine gets less glamorous with time. Talk to the combat
veterans you know; the older ones. They begin to find out what Iíve
found out; that after a while, that .45 under your pillow starts
to look less like an old friend and more like a bad memory.
had the honor of fighting for the Rhodesians against a brutal communist
enemy. It fit every definition of the so-called "just war."
Isolated and loathed by the so-called "civilized world,"
we went down in lonely defeat after a long desperate struggle. I
was angry about that for a long time.
a while the anger fades and is replaced by melancholy.
killed men in that war and I donít regret it. But I think about
it literally every day. Sometimes Iíd rather use that time for something
else. Itís not guilt, not some silly stress syndrome or the other.
Itís simply that when youíve killed men you can never forget it.
thatís why I hate this so much.
my pals in the Army and Marine Corps, I determined that I was born
to be one of those hard men who do the dirty deeds that keep others
from harm. I wanted to be counted among the number of those who
had fought for what they thought was right. I got my wish.
my wish is that weíd find some other way of doing business.
outbursts of faux patriotism and shouts of "kick ass"
make me wonder if the whole country has gone nuts. The Rhodesians
were among the best fighters the world has seen but they were dead
serious and under no illusions about how cool it was to kill people
and risk your life and limb. Americans are acting today like this
is no more than a Hollywood movie. I find it very annoying and I
suspect Iím not the only one.
you want to support the troops, do as I did. Adopt a couple companies
or batteries or air force squadrons; whatever, and have your church
pray for them. One of the worst horrors of war is the danger of
men dying unsaved. Good men. Your prayers can help.
suppose I should be angry tonight. Once again my government has
betrayed the principals of the founders and attacked a foreign country.
I canít bear to discuss the politics of it just now though Ė all
that needs to be said, pro or con, probably has been said already.
Itís all over but the killing.
Iím thinking about tonight, as pals of mine go into combat, is that
dreadful Combined Ops Communiqué we listened to every night
at nine, in Rhodesia. Seemed like you could always pick it up, wherever
you were. A very proper British sounding fellow would say, "Combined
Ops has issued a communiqué. We regret to report the death
in action ofÖ." Fill in the blank. Somebodyís friend, or brother
or son. Others were reported as wounded, which sounds so clean and
sterile when you write it down but is so dreadful when you see it
was that chilling form we carried in the glove box of our vehicles
Ė the "Mine Incident Report." If you lived, you filled
whole country went into mourning after the big chopper went down
at Mapai. Eighteen guys were killed Ė just blotted out. They couldnít
get the bodies out so they dropped a napalm bomb on the crash site
to give them at least some sort of a burial. Captain Smallwood,
a charming man and something of an expert in demolitions was among
the dead. Heíd taught me how to send a tree thirty feet in the air.
It seemed impossible that he could be gone, just like that.
I heard the news that Iíd lost a close friend. Taffy Trodyn and
Martin Day Ė you couldnít ask for better pals. I guess I was a fool
to pal around with the engineers. Theyíre always getting wacked.
I canít explain how terrible that was, but some Americans, and a
lot of Iraqis, will be finding out.
doesnít matter now whether you are in favor of this war, or against
it. Here it is. I was truly hoping that weíd lucked out and they
killed Sadaam that first night Ė maybe that would make it easy and
get it over with soon. But the devil protects his own, and how he
loves war. Small wonder that the Bible refers to it as a curse on
those countries involved in it.
stuff should really, really matter, before we unleash it. Good cause,
bad cause, for Godís sake, canít we be more circumspect about unleashing
this horror? The dirty little secret is that war is easy to turn
on and sometimes very hard to turn off. Is this a mystery? Donít
our leaders know this? Donít theirs?
planned to write a stinging riposte to that twerp Jonah Goldberg,
the bloodthirsty polemicist who preaches war but who never looked
at another man over the sights of a gun; I suppose Iíll get to it,
but I really donít feel very political right now.
I just feel desperately sad.
Mr. Peirce [send
him mail] fought with the Rhodesian freedom fighters (the Ian
Smith side, of course).
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