Yahoshua |
06-02-06 02:13 PM |
I suppose I should apologise for the lateness in throwing in my 2 cents, but was unable to do so due to internet problems. The following post was supposed to have been put up directly after Scandiums 3rd post on the first page:
As much as I hate beating a dead-horse, the tactics the terrorists are using is a hop-skip-and a jump away from what is was in Vietnam.
There is no uniform to put on the enemy, only vague nationalities, and even less clarified tribal affiliations. Not more than a few weeks ago, a woman blew herself up on a checkpoint. And it is suspected that some in the newly formed Iraqi military are moonlighting as the very people these troopers are fighting. Now under the Geneva Convention, nations at war are required to provide basic treatment to POWs' (food, water, shelter, clothing, and medical care). The nations at war are also required to identify their troops by a uniform. The people these men are fighting have no uniform, and have little in the way of humane treatment of POWs'.
To put one's eyes in their boots, think of it this way: You're in the military. You have no rights except what the military has given you. You are required to follow a rigid code of conduct and behavior that will be punished in brutal measures if broken.
So you're ordered to go out on patrol every day with a little rest every once in awhile to help relieve the stress. You expect your tour to end in about 18 months (it's what you signed up for right?). But it doesn't. You forgot to read the small print buried somewhere in that document you signed when you joined saying the military can keep you in for as long as they like if they really needed you.
You're upset. You wanted to go home and have the first cold beer in almost 2 years. Maybe next year, you think to yourself, we'll have this place locked down tighter than an Alabama tick. Another year passes, then you're kept in for another tour......and you're starting to think you'll never leave this place alive. A buddy dies from another unit. Then another time your humvee is hit with a bomb, but you got away unhurt, but poor johnny lost his face in the blast. You hear reports of terrorists using women and young men to carry out suicide bombings. When you're manning the checkpoint, you're sanity is bordering on the paranoia:" Is that pregnant woman really a bomber?" "Is that kid in the carriage sitting on a IED with my name on it?" "Is that guy over there gonna head into that building, and then come out with a rifle and put a bullet through my skull?"
The spiraling begins. You question yourself why you're supposed to obey the rules when the enemy obviously doesn't? "They hide in with civilians before and after they attack, but we can't find them all the time, and it's often too late to stop them beforehand." "Why should we treat 'em nice if we capture one? Hell, they'd kill me by rubbing a rusty knife against my neck until it pops off if they caught me!!"
You think about getting a medical discharge, but you don't want a bad mark that would stick to your record for life. You're stuck, and there's no way out. Everybody's against you, but you don't know who "everybody" is until they throw some lead your way. Another buddy dies.
The paranoia sets in. There's no way out. I don't wanna die. I wanna get the hell outta here! You're ordered to go onto another patrol. Afraid you'll be sent to prison if you refuse, you go without protest. Sitting inside the Humvee your mind races with confusion, desperation, and fear. You feel the shockwave before the sound reaches you, the bottom half of the turret gunner flops on the floor of the humvee in front of you, spilling guts and blood on the floor. You're frozen in space, and you hear the sound of the bomb that killed him. You snap.
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Were the actions excusable? No. They were not. Was this preventable? Absolutely. So who f*cked up? Because I'm seeing that the sh*t rolls both downhill AND uphill. I can see exactly how everything went to hell for this guy. But he should've been seeing a psychiatrist for acute stress long before this happened.
One must also take into account that these soldiers must act honorably, in an unhonorable war. That in itself, is a high commendation to their character and determination while under pressure.
Edited for text color - NS
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