Posted by:
Brother Of Jerry
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Date: November 11, 2019 01:35PM
I was recently in Canada, and at a gas station cashier counter, there was a basket of poppy pins being sold for Remembrance Day (the Canadian name for their equivalent of Veteran's Day). I remember when that was still a tradition in the US, but it seems largely gone now, and I doubt most people would understand a reference to Flanders' fields. Perhaps the poppy tradition died because of the disappearance of lapel button holes to stick the poppies in.
Perhaps it is also because the military affects so few people directly now. Now our wars are fought mostly by computer controlled machines. Back in 1968 at the peak of Vietnam, we had 536,000 troops there, and that was drawn from a country with half the population it has now. Just try to imagine if we tried to have similar troop levels in Afghanistan/Iraq/Syria - a million soldiers. Now our troop levels are in small thousands, sometimes just in the hundreds.
I was in the Army at the tail end of Vietnam. My draft deferment ran out and I couldn't get a doctor to make an excuse for me or I was insufficiently willing to lie - take your pick. By sheer luck I did not get sent to Vietnam. I did work at a base that dealt with munitions, and had those bunkers with the big dirt triangles piled up along the sides of the buildings, and the big 6 inch thick steel doors hanging on I-beams. (I think the doors were hollow with thick steel plate front and back, but still, they were massive doors). One morning one of the buildings blew up. Even though there was a hill between my building and the explosion, the blast wave was powerful enough to break not only the windows, but the light bulbs in the room. I was temporarily deafened, though I didn't realize that in those first instants, I just wondered what the hell was that noise, and why was it suddenly so silent?
I immediately looked out the window. Those two steel doors were still cartwheeling through the air. They landed a quarter mile away.
My hearing started to recover after several minutes. Amazingly, there were no deaths or (permanent) injuries.
When I got out of the army, there was a 4 month period before I could return to university to finish my last undergrad semester. I got a job at the VA hospital in housekeeping just to have some income. I think everyone, certainly everyone who gets to make decision regarding war, should spend three months working in a VA, and see the damage done. I saw people there still dealing with injuries from WWII, but most were young men injured in Vietnam. Some had PTSD so bad they had trouble carrying a coffee cup for all the trembling, or spent part of the day curled up under a table, crying. Working in a VA hospital really truly takes all the glamor out of war.
Most of you are old enough to remember the "Shock and Awe" campaign at the beginning the current Iraq War, in 2003 if I recall correctly - the bombing of Baghdad. It was advertised as a plan to drop bombs large enough so that the blast wave itself would be high enough pressure that victims didn't need to be be hit by shrapnel to be injured or killed. The blast itself was enough pressure to burst blood vessels and kill people.
There was a lot of high-fiveing during the televised attack. We had been seriously traumatized by the 9/11 attacks, and we needed to seriously kick somebody's ass, and this was finally the ass-kicking. Never mind that Iraq had little, if any connection to the 9/11 attack.
I was considerably less jubilant. I'd been in a blast strong enough to rain broken fluorescent bulbs down on my head, so I had a faint idea of what that was like. I also knew two things about the blasts in Baghdad. First, most of the people literally beat to a pulp by the blasts probably did not die quickly, especially those a little farther from the actual blast. Second, there were no doubt thousands, and perhaps tens of thousands of people who were far enough away that the blast destroyed their eyes and ears, but didn't kill them. My months at the VA make that a particularly chilling image.
We don't throw troops at our wars anymore, we mostly throw money. The Iraq/Afghanistan wars have cost us $7 trillion so far. That's the current administrations' figure, and while I could quibble, that's close enough for government work. There are 70 million people in those two countries more or less, so our spending per person in those two countries comes out to........... I'd tell you to calculate it yourself, because the number is pretty jaw-dropping, but I know that people frequently botch the math with big numbers, so here's the answer: the US has spent roughly $100,000 a piece for every single man, woman and child in both those countries, which are not small countries. That is about 20 percent of the US population. Did we get good value for the money? Did they? (Rhetorical questions - please don't derail the thread. Whether it was deemed necessary or not is an argument for another time and place. My point is the cost of war in both lives and treasure is jaw-dropping)
Pardon my longish rant. This turned out considerably longer than I expected. I went to grad school in Canada after about 15 years of being out of college. I was scrambling that first semester, and looks forward to Remembrance (Veteran's) Day as a chance to do laundry, get some grocery shopping done, etc. When I headed to the grocery store, I discovered that EVERYTHING was closed for the day. A few gas stations were open, and that was it. It was Christmas Day-level of stores being closed. I think their holiday is becoming more Americanized, but in the 1980s, it was very clearly a solemn national day of remembrance, and I guess I came to agree with them on that.
"The Band Played Watlzing Matilda" - Eric Bogle (a reprise for Tevai :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnFzCmAyOp8Never Again may be too much to hope for, but Never Forget we can do.