Friday, July 25, 2003
I grow weary of the war coverage, specifically most of the coverage in pre and post war Iraq. Mind you I’m not a fan of war, but I’m realistic enough to know that its not something that can comfortably be boiled down to an evening news segment that will fit nicely between the latest diet craze and the details of DC’s latest political scandal.
War, by Sherman’s eloquent definition, is hell. It showcases the very best and worst that humanity has to offer. Lee stated that it was a good thing war is so terrible, lest we become to fond of it. Heroes are made legendary, wrongs are righted, and in most cases, man’s inhumanity to man comes to an end in a through the process of war.
Why is it then that the media seems so surprised by every fatality borne by the military? They seem totally shocked an appalled by the fact that Iraq’s Brothers Grimm have now assumed room temperature in a most violent manner. They wonder why there isn’t a more humane way to conduct assaults on small compounds and, if it were possible, take the Hussein bloodline into “custody”.
I am not a military strategist. I do not suppose myself to know the best way to conduct a military campaign that would produce a better result than the one already unfolding itself. I leave that to the men and women with stars, eagles, and oak leaves on their shoulder boards working across Army-Navy Drive.
What I do know (and its my blog so I’ll say what I want) is war is not exactly a humane act. Patton stated that “the purpose of war is to make the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.” This is accomplished by closing on the enemy by means of firepower and maneuver and destroying his ability and will to fight and/or make war. If that statement went over your head, I’ll simplify it for you. War is the process of killing people and breaking things. For those of you who thought the purpose of the US Military was being a heavily armed meals-on-wheels service, I apologize. Sorry to wake you from your hazy stupor.
War is hell. People will die. Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters may not come home. This is not the first time Americans have gone overseas to rid the world of an evil dictator’s murderous regime. We do this because it must be done. We do this because others in the world are unable, unwilling, or simply afraid. Yes, we walk through the valley of the shadow of death and we fear no evil. Why? Because we’re the biggest, baddest, most heavily armed, and lethal force walking in that valley.
To the brave men and women who find themselves far from home protecting and defending this great nation, I say thank you. Good luck, Godspeed, and Good Hunting.
Monday, July 21, 2003
A friend of mine sent this link to me today. I’ve seen many of these circulating around the net over the past two years. I click on them, I watch them, and then I go back to what I was doing. For some reason, today was different. Today I was reminded that I am still angry.
Perhaps it is my location. On September 11, 2001, I lived and worked in Los Angeles - about as far away from the events of that morning as one can possibly be and still be within the country. Today I sit in an office tower overlooking the eastern wall of the Pentagon. Though one would never know by the looks of the structure, the effects of that fateful day in September can still be seen in the faces of those who work there – every time a plane takes off from Reagan National Airport.
People ask me why it is I work where I do, and I have a simple answer. It is a number. 2,955. That’s the number of my fellow citizens, comrades, and compatriots who went to work that morning and never came home. Yes, my fellow Americans, I am still angry. I have not forgotten, nor will I forget. I do not care about the underlying reasons as to why the terrorists attacked my country. I have personally had enough of militant muslims attacking my country. For those of you who ask ‘What do you mean?’ I refer you to the bombing of the Marine Barracks in Lebanon, the bombing of PanAm Flight 103, the siege and subsequent taking of hostages from the US Embassy in Tehran. Those are just the ones I can name off the top of my head. There are others.
I’m usually a very caring person. That being said, I don’t care. I don’t care what the French, Canadians, Brazilians, Russians, Germans, or those people living in Fiji think about the actions of my country. I simply don’t care – especially about the French. These people live far better lives in far better countries than would exist without the blood and sacrifice of the American people they claim to despise.
That’s my rant for today.