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First, I hate this 'conflict' just as much as I hate the 'conflict' which took my brother's life.
My nephew came back from Afghanistan not too long ago. He still wakes up with nightmares and he is still undergoing therapy -- at his own expense. His wife is trying to be understanding, but now has to sleep in a different room because of the images which plague his mind and cause him to yell out, thrash about and startle awake.
He was one of many who volunteered to be a soldier. Young, bright and without much money, he was idealistic about what he would be doing and why he would be doing it. Before he left, he spoke to me about he and his wife gathering the Beanie Babies which would be shipped to him in increments so that he could give them to the children he met there.
"Aunt Lynda, can you even imagine what these children have had to deal with?" he asked me. "They have always lived with war -- always. They never knew when their corrupt government would be willing to help them or if they could trust their own law enforcement. They need people like me to help them learn to trust again."
He had visions of working with the Seabees to help rebuild schools, protecting water supplies, handing out candy and being a friend to the people he met. My nephew, like so many others, wanted to do something positive and wanted financial aide for college.
He has returned with his soul literally broken and is now having to fight for his Army College Fund (because he refused the occupational track offered to him while in the Army). There is also some problem with the mandatory monthly payment he had to make to the military for his first 12 months. But I digress...
Here was a young man who was optimistic about his future, who wanted to help others, who wanted to serve his country, who needed to believe that all Americans were the good guys. He was sent off to a country without the best equipment and protective gear. He rode in vehicles which did not have the necessary protection (something which became obvious the first time his convoy was struck by a roadside bomb -- second day of his tour).
He won't tell me everything that is stuck in his head. To be honest, I'm not sure I could handle knowing everything he knows now. He did tell me he asked his wife to stop sending him the Beanie Babies after a couple of months because he didn't want children anywhere near him or the platoon. He never got around to working with the Seabees doing rebuilding (he said he never even saw any of them). He mostly patrolled and 'watched his buddies' backs' while praying they were 'watching over my miserable ass.'
I'm getting off point, but what I really want to stress is that if our government/military continues to take our young men and women and treat them as fodder or animals, we cannot be suprised or appalled when they start to act like fodder or animals.
Be angry all you want over the actions of some of the troops. Take care, however, to funnel that anger where it truly belongs: on the system which lures some of the most vulnerable in our society with empty promises and then doesn't even take care of them as it should.
I don't know if this thread will make a difference, but I hope it does. We do need to support our men and women who are spending their days just trying to stay alive. We need to support them by being as patriotic as possible by speaking the truth about this failed system and working for a significant change which will ensure their continued care once we get them all home.
Finally, because I won't be able to stomach the "but he volunteered" or "he was stupid son of a bitch" comments I know are coming, I'm not going to re-check this thread.
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