Compare suicide numbers of enlisted combat MOS types with officers/non-combat. Then study day-to-day relations (actual comments and deeds) between soldiers and lifelong civilians in the world (here, at home)—especially when they’re out and working jobs (or looking for jobs). Then you’ll be closer to the truth.
We live in a very “politically correct” (socially pathological, morally bankrupt) and deluded society, and our leadership began to turn against its own nation decades ago. An occasional holiday for false praise, psychological introspection and government offices won’t repair the general disdain and disrespect for men (real heterosexual men, who work with both their minds and their hands).
Makes me think of a George Carlin rant, about how we’ve softened the language:
I don’t like euphemisms, or euphemistic language. And American English is loaded with euphemisms. Cause Americans have a lot of trouble dealing with reality. Americans have trouble facing the truth, so they invent the kind of a soft language to protest themselves from it, and it gets worse with every generation. For some reason, it just keeps getting worse.
I’ll give you an example of that. There’s a condition in combat. Most people know about it. It’s when a fighting person’s nervous system has been stressed to its’ absolute peak and maximum. Can’t take anymore input. The nervous system has either (click) snapped or is about to snap. In the first world war, that condition was called ‘shell shock’. Simple, honest, direct language. Two syllables, ‘shell shock’. Almost sounds like the guns themselves. That was seventy years ago.
Then a whole generation went by and the second world war came along and very same combat condition was called ‘battle fatigue’. Four syllables now. Takes a little longer to say. Doesn’t seem to hurt as much. ‘Fatigue’ is a nicer word than ‘shock’. Shell shock! Battle fatigue.
Then we had the war in Korea, 1950. Madison avenue was riding high by that time, and the very same combat condition was called ‘operational exhaustion’. Hey, were up to eight syllables now! And the humanity has been squeezed completely out of the phrase. It’s totally sterile now. ‘Operational exhaustion’. Sounds like something that might happen to your car.
Then of course, came the war in Viet Nam, which has only been over for about sixteen or seventeen years, and thanks to the lies and deceits surrounding that war, I guess it’s no surprise that the very same condition was called ‘Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder’. Still eight syllables, but we’ve added a hyphen! And the pain is completely buried under jargon. ‘Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder’. I’ll bet you if we’d of still been calling it ‘shell shock’, some of those Viet Nam veterans might have gotten the attention they needed at the time. I’ll betcha. I’ll betcha.