The other day, when I walked out of the cafeteria I was accosted by a site that disturbed me, though at first I was unsure as to why. Set-up in the hallway, in my school, my little town which seems so far from Washington, let alone Iraq, were recruitment officers for the army. Even though I am an avid reader of newspapers and write letters to the soldiers at least once a week, seeing these soldiers in my school really made the war in reality.
It’s very starling to think that the people protecting our country could be people that we had previosly passed in the hallways on our way to math class, people only a few years older than us. This past summer I had the priveledge of spending the summer at a camp that hosted a group of Jewish and Arab Israelis in an attempt to foster peace and understanding. These kids were all in the twelth grade and it was so strange, because unlike here where you ask seniors what they plan to do after they graduated, in Israel (with some notable exceptions) every Jewish Israeli (Arab Israelis do not serve in the army) knows where they are going to go: the army. It is a compleatly different mindset to imagine that the boys playing capture the flag at night of the girl singing during song time will be carrying a gun in just a few short months from now.
In Kurt Vonnegut’s classic “Slaughter-House Five” one of the characters angrily remarks upon hearing that someone is planning on writing a war memoir:
“You were just babies in the war-like the ones upstairs!”
I nodded that this was true. We had been foolish virgins in the war, right at the end of childhood.
“But you’re not going to write it that way, are you.”
This wasn’t a question, it was an accusation.
“I-I don’t know,” I said.
“Well, I know,” she said. ”You’ll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you’ll be played in the movies by Frank SInatra and John Wayne, or some of those other glamourous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we’ll have a lot more of them. And they’ll be fought by babies like the babies upstairs.”
The character makes a valid point. Too often politicians are so eager to rush to war, not realizing that the people doing the real work are young boys and girls, barely on the cusp of adulthood. Yet the most amazing thing of all is that these brave young men and women manage to not only rise to the challenge but surpass it. The men and women in our armed forces (and they are men and women by this point) are some of the bravest people this country has to offer, and they should be admired by all.
Sadly, these brave young souls are not properly respected. Too often we send them off to war and then neglect them when they return from overseas hurt or carrying deep emotional scars. Too often we forget about their sacrifices, disrespecting our soldiers through insults, or not being grateful for our rights. It is one thing to protest the war or have ideological differences with how it is being run; I consider myself a pacfist. Yet out dislike of war should NEVER spill into our support of the troops.
Postsecret, an art project where people anonymously send in their deepest darkest secrets, once featured a secret sent in by a soldier saying, ”Most Americans Aren’t Worth the Fight.” I am ashamed, not that the soldier sent the secret in, but we, the average citizen of America, have allowed ourselves to sink so low that the soldier would feel that. But when we think about it, are we worth the fight? When the perception of the average American is someone who is lazy and ignorant, apaptheitic about the world and compleatly self-centered, I can’t help but to think that some of us maybe aren’t worth the fight. Yet a real American is not like this. A real American is someone who cares deeply about their country and the world at large, and who fights tirelessly for truth, justice, and the American way. A real American is unquestionably worth the fight. A real American is something we all should strive to be.
Want to support the troops? I urge everyone to visit http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1280.html to send a letter to one of our soldiers. It will take less time than it took you to read this post, and it will mean so much to the soldier who receives your letter.