In my above post I describe the type of war I like to fight. It is a European paradigm, and it is the oldest one, and ultimately they are the human equations which dictate wars begining and end. The question you have to ask is when do we crawl into the protective frog suits. I'll tell you what. You may not feel the heat from the flames, but that is only because war is efficient for the sake of those who do! When the infra-red/infra-green intelligencia fails to download to the VR in the protective headgear what is the frogman going to do. Those are seven foot tall leatherbound mooslims and what they really want to know if the frogman bleeds red blood! Frankly, jig, I have to wonder myself what color is the frogman's blood!
As I reflect on all the coddling I recieved as a child, which made me a better physicist, it was the raw suffering that made me a man. No frogman could ever convince me that Americans are willing to die for their freedom, and on the University Campus I see a lot of really scared boys. I think they'd go off to war in tomorrow's fervor, but not without nightvision goggles, and thermo retardant frogsuit. In fact, let's go play nintendo.
Can't agree with you about Nintendo, however; I prefer the raw realism of my PC games: why, my IntelliMouse almost feels like a real M-16 in my hands. You'll never get that with some stupid game console. Particularly fun are games like Ghost Recon and Medal of Honor. It's there the lesson is driven home that you don't want to be holding the sniper rifle when the sh!t hits the fan. But no real American needs to be told that.