Posted on 05/20/2006 12:40:28 AM PDT by neverdem
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We've got sunshine today after a week and a half of rain so Ive got to get outside and see what its like....
The biggest difference was that there was a draft to be dealt with. It impacted personal decisions of many people, for there were deferments from the draft for marriage, for college, for teaching, and perhaps other occupations. Many sought to join the Reserves and National Guard to draft-proof themselves.
Up until about 1968 the media handled it as a fact of life for years, with nightly news stories including the infamous body counts. With the policy of "escalation" it became routine for the US forces to lose over a hundred men a week, and yet there was no huge rebellion at these numbers. Popular support for the war was steady but there was little enthusiasm. Things really went south when the antiwar and civil rights movements merged, and the media followed. Even at that, Nixon was able to campaign successfully to the "Great Silent Majority." For a long time the news was dominated by rounds of "Peace Talks" in Paris, which had about as much to do with peace as the Middleeast peace process does today. Yet people were hopeful that when the adversaries finally agreed on the shape of the negotiating table(Really) perhaps progress would be made.
All in all it was a bizarre epoch and hard to capture in snapshots because it kept changing.
Happens before every election.
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down
And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red
But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:
CHORUS:
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen, and I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse
O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back, I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fits, and I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, and I can't touch my toes, I can hardly reach my knees
And if the enemy came close to me, I'd probably start to sneeze
CHORUS:
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen, and I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse
O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant
I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, but one thing you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there, and that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell, Yeah, Kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore, Well I'll be the first to go
I work in a hospital, and although I haven't worked in direct patient care for a few years, those years that I did, I was able, due to the nature of my work, to have fairly extensive conversations with my patients, since I often spent the better part of an hour or two in close contact with them. Being a military brat of a man now buried in Arlington, a Navy vet myself, and a hobbyist historian with an interest in the military in particular, I had the opportunity to talk with a lot of veterans. They are easy to spot. If they aren't wearing a unit hat, it will just come out quickly in the conversation, and barring that, you can just tell if you know what to look for. I found I could usually figure out the person was a vet pretty quickly.
I took every opportunity to speak with them and thank them. Spoke with veterans of WWII, Korea and Vietnam. One of the things I have always been fascinated by is the relationship military men have with the home front.
My favorite movie is "The Best Years of Our Lives", which came out in 1946 and won an Oscar for best picture. If you have never seen it, I cannot emphasize enough that you should. A beautifully done movie, the issues it portrays are just as relevant today as they were back then. An emotional, uplifting movie.
In my conversations with war vets (many had seen combat) most of them don't want their friends and relatives to suffer the privations of war. They wanted them to live their lives to the fullest. They DIDN'T want them to see the sights of war, or smell the smells. Sure, they had times when they thought "I wonder how those bastards would like it if they had to be here in this foxhole/compartment/barracks/tent eating this crap and experiencing this BS." They didn't like the fact that they were deprived of certain comforts or materials and found out the people back home were getting them. Nobody likes it when they can't have a hot shower or eat good chow, and see people back home not only doing both with impunity, but not appreciating it either, but they didn't want them to suffer.
They wanted them to genuinely appreciate what was being done and support them in their efforts.
They wanted HOME to come HOME to. I remembered talking to one guy who was in Germany as the war ended, and was in one of the bombed out cities, and he said it depressed the hell out of him. There was such utter destruction, and he knew back home people had been acting like the war had been over for several months...going to nightclubs and so on. He was glad they never had to experience what he was seeing...he didn't seem to begrudge them their selfish ignorance. He did say, though..."I thought people back home should have been able to see that city to know how lucky they were..." but there was no rancor in the statement. Maybe there was back in 1945, I don't know.
To me that's kind of a big finger to the rag heads
I like that!
IMO 9-11 was the high point of the Islamic Jihad against civilization. Basically where ever you look the terrorists are on the run and losing support (not that they ever really had much support). They wanted war with the west? Ok they got it, Becareful what you ask for...you just might get it.
It's quite a telling and defining moment when some members of our society expect to be 'asked' to make sacrifices.
I was made a com-plotter (desk Sgt. for my Security Police Flight) answer the radio...etc, and type the shift log, that lasted about 3 days when a memo came down from the base commander..."I don't know who he is, I don't care, GET HIM OUT OF THERE!" They were a mass of strikeovers, whiteouts, misspelling, coffeestains.
Your comment touched on something I wanted to touch on.
I too, live in two different worlds. One world is the one in which there is a war, and it affects my family directly. The other is when I go to the grocery, or a school function and the world is 'normal'. It is a very difficult thing, almost schizophrenic. I have found it useless to discuss the WOT with many people. They aren't aware, don't care, don't know. That upsets me.
But to come here and find FReepers blaming George W. Bush for a culture of gluttonous, self-absorbed, slothful, selfish portion of our society just blows my mind.
The only thing these people volunteer for is the opportunity to be brain dead.
Gosh, have I just described dem voters?
"These are our countrymen and women, our neighbors perhaps, but seldom our sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers. As a result, the war can feel just a little remotenot as remote as one fought by other countries, but still fought by other people."
LOL - so you're a bona-fide member of the My Typing Sucks Club! Hey, we're a very elite group.
Answer your mail, loudmouth.
Thank you. Often when I find myself on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier (and lately, that has been fairly often) I reflect on the wages I am being paid and the opportunity I am passing up to go out there and make some good money. I find solace in the fact that if it wasn't for what I was doing, others would not be able to go out and live their lives and make buckets of cash in private enterprise.
And yes, I still have a pretty cool job!
Very well stated.
Appreciation for the little things...
rather than shoveling pasta in the pie hole, oblivious,
that people could/should/would appreciate a warm dinner at a table with a chair in the air conditioning.
And sacrificing a little time and effort to doing everything in their power to support the completion of a mission so that those who eat cold food in hot sand can get back to the family and friends waiting at their own table.
One of the first DVDs I bought! It's also an interesting comparison with Since You Went Away, a softer movie but on a seldom-discussed issue--the effect on the wife and kids while the man is off to war.
Great post, btw. Agree completely with the need for APPRECIATION of what these people do for us. But I've yet to meet one who wanted us to suffer the way Chris Matthews wants us to.
That's your right, but a long, detailed analysis of the races was posted here the other day that proved otherwise. About the only prominent RINO in danger is Shays.
I'm taking their advice and am (gradually) moving towards an Immigration-Free experience at FR; in a day or two I simply won;t click on those threads. Let the gasbags have 'em.
The casualty rate is nowhere near the neighborhood of WW II. When the armies move so that entire populations have to flee on foot and this is happening around the world, then this will be war on that scale.
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