The Unbearable Psychic Burden Soldiers Carry
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American Military Cemetery, Omaha Beach, Colleville-sur-Mer, Normandy, France
Photo Credit: PHB.cz (Richard Semik)
Ill call him Jack because thats his name. Hes my oldest boyhood pal from the wrong part of Chicago. We were corner rats as the local grandmothers called us, hard-case adolescents. He was the smart one, I was academically dismal, and in our own eyes, if not the opinion of cops and school principals, averagely playful. We pilfered, shoplifted and, I cant quite remember the circumstances, accidentally set fire to a local synagogue. (Were both Jewish.)
Jack became a rifleman in the 103rd (Cactus) infantry division that after D-Day fought its way from the French hedgerows through the Vosges mountains assaulting the Siegfried Line into Germany pursuing a fleeing enemy and liberating a Dachau sub-camp. Jack had almost eight relentless months under fire on the front line, and Im not sure he ever was promoted beyond private or pfc. Somehow he survived the Wehrmacht, and his not-always-bright commanding officers, and anti semitic buddies. His revenge was to come back in one piece, marry, raise a splendid family and spend his retirement listening, sometimes obsessionally, to his favorite operas and tinkering with computers.
Almost all wartime soldiers, from 1776 to the Civil War, World War II, Vietnam and today, come from poorer and workingclass families. (Jack and I are Great Depression babies with all that emotional baggage.) For me, EVERY generation is the greatest for surviving not only war but the shit we came from and the shit we often come back to.
A large number of the men who stormed Utah Beach on D-Day carried in their backpacks along with entrenching tools an invisible psychic burden, a sort of economic PTSD, from the shock and awe of mass unemployment and the ordinary violences of a shortchanged prewar life. Every survivor I talked to in the unit I later joined, the 8th Regiment of 4th Infantry Division, that landed on D-Day would scoff at the very idea of a previously existing condition (as army psychiatrists call it) of a psychic burden caused by poverty or near enough to it. GIs griped but theirs was essentially an uncomplaining culture, still less psychoanalytical. For many combat was just like civilian life only with better pay.