Lies We Tell Ourselves

Authored by Major Danny Sjursen via TruthDig.com,

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is, and we were young.

— A. E. Housman, 1859-1936

Seven of my soldiers are dead. Two committed suicide. Bombs got the others in Iraq and Afghanistan. One young man lost three limbs. Another is paralyzed. I entered West Point a couple of months before 9/11. Eight of my classmates died “over there.”

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Military service, war, sacrifice – when I was 17, I felt sure this would bring me meaning, adulation, even glory. It went another way.

Sixteen years later, my generation of soldiers is still ensnared in an indecisive, unfulfilling series of losing wars: Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Libya, Yemen, Somalia, Niger—who even keeps count anymore? Sometimes, I allow myself to wonder what it’s all been for.

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I find it hard to believe I’m the only one who sees it. Nonetheless, you hear few dissenting voices among the veterans of the “global war on terror.” See, soldiers are all “professionals” now, at least since Richard Nixon ditched the draft in 1973. Mostly the troops—especially the officers—uphold an unwritten code, speak in esoteric vernacular and hide behind a veil of reticence. It’s a camouflage wall as thick as the “blue line” of police silence. Maybe it’s necessary to keep the machine running. I used to believe that. Sometimes, though, we tell you lies. Don’t take it personally: We tell them to each other and ourselves as well.

Consider just three:

1. Soldiers don’t fight (or die) for king, country or apple pie. They do it for each other, for teammates and friends. Think Henry V’s “band of brothers.” In that sense, the troops can never be said to die for nothing.

No disrespect to the fallen, but this framework is problematic and a slippery-slope formula for forever war. Imagine the dangerous inverse of this logic: If no soldiers’ lives can be wasted, no matter how unmerited or ill-advised the war, then the mere presence of U.S. “warriors” and deaths of American troopers justifies any war, all war. That’s intellectually lazy. Two things can, in fact, be true at once: American servicemen can die for no good reason and may well have fought hard and honorably with/for their mates. The one does not preclude the other.

Unfortunately, it seems Americans are in for (at least) three more years of this increasingly bellicose—and perilous—rhetoric. We saw it when Sean Spicer, President Trump’s former press secretary, had the gall to declare that questioning the success of a botched January raid in Yemen “does a disservice” to the Navy SEAL killed in the firefight. It got worse from there. Trump tweeted that a certain senator—Vietnam veteran John McCain, of all people—who talked about “the success or failure of the mission” to the media had “emboldened the enemy.” According to this fabled logic, Chief Petty Officer William “Ryan” Owens died for his brothers-in-arms, and thus to even ponder the “what-for” is tantamount to abetting the enemy.

2. We have to fight “them”—terrorists, Arabs, Muslims, whomever—“over there” so we don’t end up fighting them “over here.”

In fact, the opposite is likely true. Detailed State Department statistics demonstrate that international terrorist attacks numbered just 346 in 2001 (down from 426 in 2000), versus 11,072 worldwide in 2016. That’s a cool 3,100 percent increase. Sure, the vast majority of those attacks occurred overseas—mostly suffered by civilians across the Greater Middle East. Then again, even domestic attacks have risen since the U.S. launched its “war on terror.” In 2001, 219 “terror” attacks worldwide were considered by the Department of State to be “anti-US,” and only four of those occurred in North America (the homeland). In 2016, by way of contrast, 72 terrorist incidents took place in North America, and 61 of those were in the United States alone.

Consider the data another way: From 1996 to 2000 (pre-9/11), an average of 5.6 people were killed annually in terror attacks within the United States. Now fast-forward 15 years. From 2012 to 2016, an average of 32.2 people died at the hands of terrorists here in the U.S. Since 2001, lethal attacks on the homeland and/or U.S. interests haven’t decreased. Quite the reverse: Such incidents have only proliferated. Something isn’t working.

That’s still a remarkably small number, mind you, about the same chance as death by lightning strike. Furthermore, from 2005 to 2015, 66 percent of terrorism fatalities in the U.S. were not perpetrated by Islamist groups. Besides, domestic mass shootings (in this case defined as four or more victims killed or wounded in a single event) are far more dangerous, with 1,072 incidents from 2013 to 2015. No doubt we’d hear more about these attacks if the culprits were a bit browner and named Ali or Abdullah.

It appears that U.S. military action may even be making matters worse. Take Africa, for instance. Prior to 9/11, few American troops patrolled the continent, and there were few recognized anti-U.S. threat groups in the region. Nonetheless, President George W. Bush (and later Barack Obama) soon sent more and more U.S. special operators to “advise and assist” across Africa. By 2017, al-Qaida and Islamic State-linked factions had multiplied and were now killing American troops.

It all appears rather counterproductive. For one final example, let us look at Yemen, just across the Red Sea from turbulent Africa. The U.S.-backed Saudi terror bombings on Yemeni civilians is doing more than just killing tens of thousands, spreading cholera and causing famine. That’s bad enough. It turns out that by helping Saudi Arabia pummel Yemen into the Stone Age, the U.S.-backed coalition is diminishing state control over broad swaths of the country and empowering al-Qaida in the Arabian Peninsula—which now holds sway in much of eastern Yemen.

Let’s review: The threat from terrorism is minuscule, is not even majority “Islamic,” pales in comparison with domestic mass shooting deaths and has not measurably decreased since 9/11. Remind me again how fighting “them there” saves soldiers from having to fight “them here?”

3. Americans are obliged to honor the troops. They fight for your freedom. Actively opposing the war(s) dishonors their sacrifice.

This is simply illogical and another surefire way to justify perpetual war. Like the recent NFL national anthem debate, such rhetoric serves mostly as a distraction. First off, it’s abstract and absurd to argue that U.S. troops engaged in the sprawling “war on terror” are dying to secure American freedom. After all, these are wars of choice, “away-games” conducted offensively in distant lands, with dubious allies and motives. Furthermore, all this fighting, killing and dying receives scant public debate and is legally “sanctioned” by a 16-year-old congressional authorization.

All this “don’t dishonor the troops” nonsense is as old as war itself. These sorts of “stab-in-the-back” myths were heard in Weimar Germany after World War I and in post-Vietnam America. You know the shtick: The soldiers could’ve won, should’ve won, if only they hadn’t been stabbed in the back by politicians, and so on. Let’s not forget, however, that the First Amendment—for those who bother to read it—sanctifies the citizenry’s right to dissent. Furthermore, the Constitution purposefully divides responsibility for war-making among the separate branches of government. Those who claim peaceful protest dishonors or undermines “the soldiers” don’t want an engaged populace. These folks prefer obedient automatons, replete with “thanks for your service” platitudes and yellow ribbons plastered on car bumpers. As far for me, I’ll take an engaged, thoughtful electorate over free Veterans Day meals at the local Texas Roadhouse any day.

The half-truths, comfortable fictions and outright lies are more than a little dangerous. They are affecting the next generation of young Americans. For instance, a full decade and two wars after I graduated, I taught history at West Point. Best job I ever had. My first crop of freshman cadets will graduate in May. They’re impressive young men and women. They’re mostly believers (for that, I envy them), ready to kick ass and wipe the floor with Islamic State—or Islamic State 2.0—or whomever. No one really tells them of the quagmires and disappointments that lie ahead. A few of us try, but we’re the outliers. Most cadets are unreachable. It has always been this way.

Truthfully, I surmise, it wouldn’t matter anyway. A surprising number of the cadets want to end up like me and so many others: disenchanted, lost and broken. There’s a romance to it. I felt the tug once, too. Some of my students will excel, and 10 years from now, they’ll come back to West Point and mentor cadets en route to the same ugly places, the same never-ending wars. Those kids, mind you, will have been born a decade after 9/11. Thinking on this near certainty, I want to throw up. But make no mistake: It will be so.

A system of this sort—one that produces and exalts generations of hopeless soldiers—requires millions of individual lies and necessitates discarding inconvenient truths. Only maybe, just maybe, it’s all rather simple. Perhaps we’re just pawns, duped in a very old game. Maybe soldiers’ sacrifices offer nothing of any real value. Nothing, that is, besides a painful warning: Trust not your own policymakers, your leaders or even the public. They’ll let you down every time.

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Maj. Danny Sjursen, a Truthdig regular contributor, is a U.S. Army officer and former history instructor at West Point. He served tours with reconnaissance units in Iraq and Afghanistan. He has written a memoir and critical analysis of the Iraq War, “Ghost Riders of Baghdad: Soldiers, Civilians, and the Myth of the Surge.”

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MarshRabbitt
MarshRabbitt
January 7, 2018 10:00 am

“Age considers; youth ventures.” (Rabindranath Tagore: poet, Nobel laureate).

The practice of old men sending young men off to fight & die probably dates back to our cave dwelling ancestors. I’ve always believed one of our greatest mistakes in not handing the reins of power to the young soon enough. Their creativity, impetuousness, and to a degree their lack of caution is an asset. It wasn’t old men who invented the airplane; it was two bicycle mechanics in their 30’s. No, I’m not what is called anti-war, but my policy on war has alway been, if it can be avoided it should be.

“It’s like all wars, I guess. The undertakers are winning. And the politicians who talk about the glory of it. And the old men who talk about the need of it. And the soldiers, well, they just wanna go home.”
(Jimmy Stewart in the 1965 film Shenandoah)

karalan
karalan
January 7, 2018 10:34 am

Another truth-teller. Why don’t Americans listen?

Mad as hell
Mad as hell
  karalan
January 7, 2018 1:10 pm

“As far for me, I’ll take an engaged, thoughtful electorate over free Veterans Day meals at the local Texas Roadhouse any day.”
This quote is your answer. Too many distractions, not enough critical thinking, a lot of people living in a personal utopia that none of this will ever effect them. As long as the TV still works, Johnny and Jane get in to their college of choice, and they can take their summer vacation….it is all good. All this war stuff is someone else’s problem…..
An engaged, thoughtful electorate is not profitable, our owners want dumb, distracted consumers that will continue to buy shit (on credit of course) in perpetuity. The whole military mystique is a romanticized illusion, along with “the American dream” Apple pie, etc. It is all a sales pitch to get your buy in to the debt surf system.

javelin
javelin
January 7, 2018 11:52 am

I am 50 and never saw the worst of the world wars, but I am 100% suffering from War Fatigue. Wars or rumours of war, where can I just get away from humanity’s need to slaughter?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ehxQADWJBw

Maggie
Maggie
January 7, 2018 12:12 pm

I, personally, am somewhat offended when people who know Nick and I were military go out of their way to wish us such and such patriotic holiday cheer and thank us for our service. Truly, people do not thank us for our service more than once or twice.

Nick and I are not delusional. We did our jobs as we were taught/ordered to do them. It did not really benefit anyone in this country in any way whatsoever, no matter how many “O-9” tags we collected in Iceland (OH Nines added up to air medals which added up to promotion points equals pay raise) nor how many trips to the Kingdom we took to protect the Sauds decadent way of life. As a matter of fact, it probably seeded the resentments we see in that region right now. The princes hated the US involvement there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ActFwwMric

So, “thanks for your service” seems to me to say “thanks for using my tax dollars wisely and retiring early.”

steve
steve
  Maggie
January 7, 2018 6:33 pm

Maggie, I can relate. I was in the Gulf war. One evening in Dharan the local Chief of Police came over to our makeshift Officers hangout with his girlfriend(?). She whips off the burka crap and is wearing a miniskirt and white Go-Go boots. The Chief cracks open some Vodka and we all start pounding screwdrivers. It was our first drink(s) in 4 months. My point is the hypocrisy of the Saudis. Plenty of Saudis had a still in the basement and on the weekends the traffic to Bahrain for gambling/drinking was thick. Sooooh religious and virtuous, my ass…The folks who worked at ARAMCO had lots of stories about the BS going on in “the kingdom”.

Mark
Mark
January 7, 2018 12:27 pm

1969
Got to Pray…Got to Kill

Crossing stagnant marshes
leeches take turns with the mosquitoes
sucking our blood
flies are swarming
over spots of flesh
festering with jungle rot
a booby trap blew Thomas apart
we found his boot
with his foot still in it
monsoon season is here
patrols every day
ambushes every night
we hump in the rain
and sleep in the mud
sniper got the lieutenant
right through the forehead
got mortared again
lost three men
we fought all day
torched a vill
found an old mama-san
who was setting a bobby trap for us
it blew her hands off
we just stared as she bled to death
she just glared back
stepped over ole Luke the gook
burnt, charred and gooey by napalm
we call ’em crispy critters
watched the funeral of an eight year old boy
in the vill at hill 65
the V.C. had slit his throat
because his father had helped us
I’ve got the screaming shits again
Had to slit my cammies always squatting
Doc gave me some tiny white pills
told me to eat C-rat cheese
begged, borrowed and stole C-rat toilet paper
my asshole is a faucet…
dry season is here
it was 114 degrees yesterday
humped fourteen hours
seven dudes passed out
platoon got ambushed
purple hearts for everybody
lost half my gun team
and most of the squad
was hit tee tee
by a B-40 rocket
but greased their ass
payback is a mother fucker
second platoon was overrun
on no-name hill
gooks in the wire!
Most of the platoon
was K.I.A.
N.V.A. took Tex alive
cut off his balls
and sliced him open
Fuck the Geneva Convention
what’s left of the company
got three days R&R in China Beach
beer and steak
boom, boom and dope
more nicky new guys
back in the bush
on a patrol
lost one man
had a million dollar wound
but he died of shock
he only had two weeks in country
can’t remember his name
big operation
buck, buck two solid weeks
105s, 155s, phantoms and Puff the Magic Dragon
saved our asses
played some heavy rock and roll
with my lady M-60
in country five months
out of the six I came with
I’m the only one left…
Hear back in the world
Jody has been busy
And the long hairs are rioting.
If I make it back
gonna kick some ass and take some names
Doors got a new jam
“It’s all over for the unknown soldier”
Blood Sweat and Tears got a new jam
“And When I Die”
It’s a rock and roll war!
fuck it, it don’t mean nothing
on a four man killer team
we did the J.O.B.
get some Mac Marine
payback is still a mother fucker

Drew a bulls eye on the back
of my flak jacket
Fuck ’em if they can’t take a joke
on my helmet I wrote
Kill First, Die Last, Burn and Destroy
so much for their hearts and minds
the company assaulted on line
swept through a V.C. vill
it was a “Search and Destroy”
but we got it reversed again…
the odds are crazy
don’t think I’ll make my twelve and twenty
company got hit
sweeping through Dodge City
Beacou Med-Vacs
more nicky new guys
I’m in my seventh month
getting short
nothing to eat but C-rats
nothing to drink but river water
haven’t washed in weeks
got use to the smell
but my skin is crawling
dream of frosty vanilla milkshakes
and women with round eyes and big tits
on a patrol
it rained grenades
I got hit again
two weeks on Hill 327
14 nights in a hospital bed!
but they sent me back
during a “Search and Destroy”
all we found were booby traps
lost four men
my old friends are gone
dead, wounded or crazy
got to saddle up
got to hump
got to dig in
got to stay alive
got to pray
got to kill

it don’t mean nothing.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it
that in the process he does not become a monster.
And when you look long into the abyss,
the abyss also looks into you.

Nietzsche

Maggie
Maggie
  Mark
January 7, 2018 12:36 pm

You write that Mark? Title it if you want me to ask Admin to elevate it… Any backstory?

Disclaimer: This is NOT a welcome mat gesture. I truly got a lot out of reading that and I usually do NOT care for that style of prose/poetry.

Penforce
Penforce
  Maggie
January 7, 2018 3:57 pm

You got some cred here Maggie. Ask him again. More eyes should read that.

Maggie
Maggie
  Penforce
January 7, 2018 4:13 pm

Am looking for an image to place it… such things do better with an image.

Maggie
Maggie
  Maggie
January 7, 2018 4:16 pm

Meanwhile… I’ve seen stuff on Bataan that evoke similar emotions. Emoji free.

Death March
Thu, 09/05/2013 – 18:41 — nelsoj154
My breath, it stops, lungs constrict
a world at war
tired, hungry, the guns, the march
Austria.
61 miles, carry on, die, beaten
Czechoslovakia.
I walk, can’t walk, can’t stop
Poland.
enemies, and no mercy, I pray
Denmark.
a land, to suffer, adrenalin, the pain
Norway.
fear of soldiers, I’m a soldier, was
Netherlands.
In line we boot, he falls, he’s lost
Belgium.
who hears us? We’re here, we run
France.
shoot, wide-eyed, body falls, lost
Yugoslavia.
Don’t run, I endure, don’t stop, survive
Greece.
The sea, the ship, the bomb
Germany.
you started this, you, Germany
Japan.
I’m lost, I’m lost
Luzon, Philippines
bombed, our own, the US
20,000
I’m lost, we’re lost, soldiers of Bataan
Not lost, just gone
The March

Suzanna
Suzanna
  Maggie
January 7, 2018 6:47 pm

Just excellent, for the both of you poem sharing
warriors. Mark, and Maggie have been there. My
parents lived ww2 up close and personal. Remember,
all wars are bankers wars.

You tube changes their formats. sorry, can’t get the image. Or I am a dummy today.

SemperFido
SemperFido
  Mark
January 7, 2018 5:11 pm

Amen

Davido
Davido
January 7, 2018 12:36 pm

Lies I tell myself?
I know I’ll be treated fairly, our government loves us and is there to help us, and WTC 7 spontaneously blew itself up.

Mark
Mark
January 7, 2018 1:06 pm

Maggie,

I wrote it about 74 or 75…the backstory is just being a grunt in Nam. Everything in it was common experiences with any of us who put time humping in the bush.

I’ve had some of my poetry published. This one never was.

Its the only poem I ever wrote in that style.

I’m glad it did its job! Its good just here, but thanks I appreciate it. I enjoy your posts as well!

Suzanna
Suzanna
  Mark
January 7, 2018 6:52 pm

Bravo on you Dude

MadMike
MadMike
January 7, 2018 1:51 pm

“…my generation of soldiers is still ensnared in an indecisive, unfulfilling series of losing wars…”
Me too, just put Vietnam at the head of the line,(because I wasn’t old enough for Korea).
Certainly, nothing has changed since Vietnam.
Instead, how about trying WW2 style war. Fight to win or don’t send troops.
ROE: “Kill people and break shit until the enemy is tired of it”.

Mark
Mark
January 7, 2018 2:52 pm

Here you go MadMike,

A New Year’s Toast To The Old Breed

by Victor Davis Hanson

A New Year’s Toast To The Old Breed