Columnist – John Sammon
The U.S. Marines seen urinating on the corpses of Taliban enemies, and those posing with the body of a 10-year-old Afghan boy proudly as though they’re readying to mount him on the hood of their jeep like you would a deer after a hunting expedition, will eventually be expected to rejoin American society as peaceful, productive citizens.
Yeah right!
We invade small impoverished countries, only small countries, and where a majority of the American people can ignore it and go about their everyday lives.
We let these wars drag on for years and not once in all that time has the government told the American people what exactly the goal is, what we’re trying to do. We train thousands, some of them simpletons, some malcontented dysfunctional nincompoops, to kill, then send them overseas among impoverished people, many of whom don’t even have shoes on their feet, people we consider backward and subhuman.
These people are poor, bearded, and by our standards, dirty. They don’t have huge tiled showers to be cleaner. They’re easy to hate, and so it makes it easier to kill them. The Nazi guards at Auschwitz had the same experience. As their victims became more starved and filthy, they looked less like human beings and became easier to murder.
You’re an American soldier in Afghanistan. You’re a not-very-bright misfit who in civilian life had few options and little money, unlike a politician who spends all his time accumulating money by preying on faltering companies. You’re not that clever. But you are filled with vainglorious macho fantasies, fears, neurosis, and hate, both for yourself and your fellow man (even some women soldiers are like this too).
You’re placed as a god, with the power of life and death, over a bunch of stinking, bedraggled, bearded, turbaned, foreign-looking what-are-to-you sub-humans. You go wild. This is heaven. The danger. The power. The possibility of instant death is an adrenaline rush, the ultimate narcotic high. For the first time in your miserable, nondescript life, as nothing more than a local yokel hanging out around the Seven Eleven Store, you feel real power in the high-powered high-tech rifle America put in your hands.
But this is war. You need to kill somebody. You don’t want the war to end and go home without having killed somebody. You don’t want the war to end. You’ve got to kill somebody. You do. You kill somebody and maybe it wasn’t justified. Nevertheless, you’re proud because you actually did it. You’re a killer. You actually have someone else’s blood on your hands.
You feel superior.
Now your hitch is up and you’re supposed to return home and resume an average life struggling for money and become a veteran like millions of others, the numbers swelled because of the endless deployments from two wars that dragged on forever without attempts to end them.
You’re expected now to become a peaceful, law abiding citizen who respects the rights of other people.
How can you do that when you’ve been a false god? When you’ve had the power of life and death over other lesser people (Afghans)? You had that rush of danger and hate and triumph. Now your biggest challenge is not to survive and kill, but to fix the clothes washer that’s on the fritz.
You can’t stand it. You drink, you do drugs. You get a gun and kill your wife, or a pain-in-the-ass co-worker who mouthed off to you.
This is just the beginning.
If the American people think there isn’t going to be any fallout from the kind of behavior they saw in the Marines pissing film, they are mistaken. You can expect a variety of atrocities here at home from the myriads of malcontents we sent over there. Below is a partial list of domestic tragedies to expect from veterans who were dysfunctional before they went to war and who can’t adjust to peaceful life.
I mean fallout beyond the economic strain to the Veterans Administration (VA) from millions of new veterans requiring services and help. And remember, the war in Iraq was launched over false weapons of mass destruction that didn’t exist.
A guy shoots his wife and seven party-goers at a function. Then he shoots himself.
A former vet makes a bomb and blows up the convenience store where he was unhappily employed killing 17 people.
A guy goes on a rampage at a school and then kills himself (the usual story). He had been awarded a Bronze Star.
A former vet doesn’t like a local politician and assassinates him and 12 others at a rally.
A vet drives a car under the influence of drugs into a crowd waiting to enter a theater, killing 17.
The message you get from the film clip of Marines pissing on corpses is that a portion of America has lost its soul.
There’s an old saying about war that says, “Even the victors are undone.” In other words, the winners lose too. This has always been the case. The ancient Greeks returning from burning Troy, (except for Ulysses), all eventually died or went mad.
Nothing has changed.

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