Our Future?
by
Murray Polner
by Murray Polner
Flipping
the pages of a newspaper I ran across an AP dispatch buried in the
back pages. In it, a grief-stricken father in Florida just informed
that his 20-year-old marine son had been killed in Iraq, angrily
tried to ignite the van carrying the marines sent to tell him the
news, and in the process burning him severely. "My husband
did not take the news well," his wife said. And a few days
later another story about a mother in New York state mourning the
death of her soldier son and filled with anger. "I don’t think
it’s fair that so many mothers and fathers, siblings have to go
through what I’m going through. Is it about oil? I don’t know what
this war is for. We don’t want anyone else to die in this useless,
stupid war."
It’s
too much to bear.
I
used to commute to work by rail with a neighbor who lived down the
road. He had been an Air Force Captain during the Vietnam War and
one of his jobs was to visit families and tell them a family member
had died in the war. Tell me more, I pleaded. I’m sorry I told you
that, he said apologetically. It was hard. He did tell me that he’d
never allow his sons to join the military.
Some
memories: My boyhood pal Porky never returned from the Korean War.
The laconic and pleasant Trinchintella boy, who helped around his
father’s neighborhood gas station and was trained for Vietnam as
a helicopter gunner, was grievously wounded and died in a military
hospital in Japan, his parents at his side. My former student Ronald
Boston, shy, unathletic, African American, a kid who tried so hard
to get good grades. His mother tended my mother in a nursing home
and told me one day she had a dream in which Ronald was killed in
Vietnam. Poor Mrs. Boston. Poor Ronald. He never did make it home
except in a casket. In an earlier "good war," Irving Starr,
whose family owned the Deli next door, was killed during a raid
over Ploesti oil fields. His body was never found. Phil Drazin who
used to play ball with us younger kids. When his father learned
the news he raced out of his store and ran screaming into Strauss
Street. I wish I remembered the name of an 18-year-old who lived
in an adjoining apartment. 0ne summer afternoon his father walked
from work toward the bench outside the building in which he lived
and began sobbing. My mother, who was very good about such things,
embraced him as he cried for his only son.
I have never forgotten any of them. I visit the Vietnam Memorial
in Washington and New York City. I devour books by Paul Fussell,
Samuel Hynes, W.Y. Boyd, E.B. Sledge, all of whom lived as soldiers
or marines through the carnage of war and memorized Donald Hall’s
poem "1943" ("They toughened us for war…Dom died
in the third wave at Tarawa…"). During the Vietnam War, I interviewed
several hundred combat veterans for a book I wrote about three hawkish
soldiers who believed they were fighting for freedom, four doves
that spoke of atrocities and smashed ideals, and three I thought
of as "haunted," perhaps forever. I wrote, "Never
before in American history have as many loyal and brave young men
been as shabbily treated by the government that sent them to war."
These days I scan the lists of killed GIs in the New York Times,
many of whom, now nearing a thousand, are rarely mentioned in conservative
or liberal mass media. Perhaps they really don’t care enough to
even print their names.
But
mainly I think of them because the same people who sent them to
war in Iraq and are now subtly promoting yet another war, this time
against Iran. "Forget an 0ctober Surprise, a much worse one
could come in September," wrote the experienced foreign correspondent
Martin Sieff in the Washington Times. "Full-scale war
between the U.S. and Iran may be far closer than the [distracted]
American public might imagine. Iranian defense Minister Ali Shamkhani’s
recent bombshell threatened to retaliate should the U.S. or its
Israeli partner target nuclear facilities. "Believe him,"
said Sieff, ominously.
September
or not, and given the fact that U.S. troops are currently tied down
in Iraq and more than 130 other places around the world, it’s still
"a serious confrontation," said Iran expert Cliff Kupchan
of the Nixon Center. And who is promoting the notion of another
preemptive attack and if need be wasting yet another generation
of American men and women in war? None other than our neocons, who
always remind me of Charles Edward Montague’s delicious put down
of British hawks in World War I when 8 million soldiers were killed
and millions of others perished in an entirely unnecessary war.
"War," said Montague, "hath no fury like a non-combatant."
Don’t hold your breath waiting for news that members of the clan
will be sending their kids to recruiting stations.
Leading
the charge on the government side is Under Secretary of State John
Bolton, their point man and ultra hawk in Colin Powell’s reticent
and pusillanimous State Department. Bolton recently told his fellow
true believers at the Hudson Institute that Iran has hidden a vast
nuclear arms program for nearly two decades. "We cannot let
Iran, a leading sponsor of international terrorism, acquire nuclear
weapons and the means to deliver them to Europe, most of Central
Asia and the Middle East, or beyond" meaning New York,
Washington and Los Angeles, I imagine. The same bellicose talk has
emanated from Condaleeza Rice and the usual hard line pundits, the
identical people who brought us the daily casualty lists but whose
caskets we are not allowed to photograph or see. They can’t come
right out before the election and admit Iran is next on their imperial
agenda, but it’s very much on their minds.
Here’s
a nightmarish scenario: U.S. and Israelis bomb Iran, its nuclear
facilities and even more (or vice versa) and Iran counterattacks
against Israel’s Dimona nuclear facilities and maybe Israel proper.
A draft is reinstated to provide hundreds of thousands of additional
cannon fodder to fight 70 million non-Arab Iranians who in the 1980s
absorbed 500,000 deaths in a savage war against Sadam’s Iraq. More
Middle Eastern terrorists are created and American college campuses
erupt in fury. Sixties redux, only worse.
But
possibly this is just a replay of the hoary Dulles-Nixon "madman"
theory to keep adversaries guessing. Or maybe there will be secret
talks aimed at settling the problem? Or that Washington’s neocons
have learned a painful lesson after Iraq and rue all those American
and Iraqi deaths, not to mention the badly wounded. Frankly, I wouldn’t
bet on it.
Prowar
imperialists such as Theodore Roosevelt and Rudyard Kipling changed
their tunes once their sons died in World War I. Kipling
could only assuage his grief and guilt in his shattering couplet:
If any
question why we died
Tell
them, because our fathers lied.
September
4, 2004
Murray
Polner, [send
him mail] a
onetime draftee, wrote No
Victory Parades: The Return of the Vietnam Veteran
and edited When
Can I Come Home?
about exiles, deserters and antiwar prisoners during the Vietnam
era. He is the book review editor for Historynewsnetwork.org.
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