"Well worn" is apt. Respectfully, you've added nothing.
Oh, come on - you know you didn't mean that respectfully.
I didn't mean my comments respectfully either, but at least I didn't pretend to, either.
I meant for my three comments ("Arm Chair Quarterback," "Hindsight is 20/20," and "War is hell") to be reminders - nudges, if you may - that there IS a lot of truth to those WELL WORN sentiments - and it's worth reminding ourselves of that at times.
My son, who is Army Airborne Infantry, spent 20 months in Iraq during the surge in 2007/2008. Forty four men in his battalion were killed, and hundreds maimed. His two main jobs were patrolling, and guarding the gate to the base. Since he picks up on languages so easily, and quickly became fluent in conversational Arabic, he was often used as an interpreter in the field as well.
He is tough as nails, but also tenderhearted.
He suffered from PTSD which required medication till recently - he seems to have gotten a handle on things now, and being stationed in Korea for the past two years has helped him put things in perspective.
He filmed hours and hours of videotape and though I really didn't care to watch much of it, he seemed to really need for his family to watch it - as if he had to assimilate it in his home environment, and as if we wouldn't really be able to understand him until we entered his world over there.
He had mounted a camera on his helmet and he wore it as he and his buddy patrolled the streets of Iskandiriyah for hours on end. Those were some of the most painful videos to watch, because the never ending tension was palpable - it filled the room as we watched. The eyes in the doorways and windows, the IEDs found in trash, just laying there ready to kill and maim anyone - Iraqi or Allied Forces - it apparently didn't matter to those who put it there whether a soldier or a child stumbled upon it. The conversation between the two soldiers was also interesting. And occassionally people would run up to the soldiers, loudly talking, gesturing, obviously asking for help - or were they? It was a terrible thing to watch - and to know that death literally lurked behind every door or cart.
What kept my son awake for years after he returned was not his own fear, though he shared a lot of those fears with me, especially about the night patrols. What kept him awake was the memories of civilian deaths - two in particular.
One was an IED that went off while they were in a convoy, but it went off oddly, and a civilian woman who had been running toward them was killed, while no vehicles were damaged. They all had to put the pedal to the metal and get out of there, and as they floored it, the humvee he was in ran over her body in the road. This memory can still jolt him awake.
The other horror that he can't seem to shake is the image of a child with explosives strapped to him, obviously drugged, being pushed out into the middle of a market place, clearly to be detonated by some adult who was hidden. The soldiers and civilians were all scrambling for cover, and many Americans and Iraqis were trying desperately to find whoever was manipulating this child and going to trip the bomb. This person could not be found, in the chaos. The child continued to stumble toward them - he couldn't have been more than about 8. He was dazed and incoherent and would not stop. Finally, the order was given to fire - and bullets flew from every direction, and the child fell. No one knows who shot him exactly and if it was even a US soldier - but every soldier there believes he did. The uncle of the child was found to be the one who had strapped the bomb to him. It had faulty wiring and that was the only reason it didn't go off.
My son told me of getting orders to shoot stray dogs in the street, because they were feral, carried rabies, were obviously starving and it was the kindest thing to do - and then having nightmares that he walked up on the dog and realized it was our family pet - or a child.
And then one day realizing that he hated the dogs and enjoyed shooting them - and wondering how he could have even gotten to that point. And then realizing - there's a huge difference between these dogs and my dog at home who won't stay off the sofa. Or is there? The point is - genetically no, but society had shaped the Iraqi dogs into something very different from Scout or Muffy - and much more dangerous.
He told me about restoring order to the streets, the towns, opening schools back up, and helping the local people vote - and then he told me about cleaning his platoon leader's brains out of the front seat of the jeep - he was shot by a sniper as he delivered school supplies to Iraqi children.
My son now feels that yes, they did accomplish some good, but he also feels that when we pull out, things will deginerate right back into chaos in that region - so, both Iraqi and American blood has been wasted if we don't restore lasting change to that region of the world.
Here's my son in Iraq - and just for the record, it was over 100 degrees that day:
You may not realize this, but the "smack talk" heard on the video is a common pyschological defense mechanism. ER doctors use it too - calling burn victims "crispy critters" and that sort of thing. It's a way to vent, blow off steam, distance yourself from the horror of the situation, preserve your sanity. It doesn't make them callous, horrible, inhuman people - it's a normal response in an abnormal environment.
My son was so close to three different IED explosions that his eardrums were ruptured twice, and once he was blown so far from the blast and landed so hard that his body armor "pinched" the skin on his back between the plates and bruised him so badly that to this day he has a long dark mark across his back. His hearing is permanently damaged, but I thank God that's the worst of it. One of his best friends lost both legs, his roommate was shot (but recovered), and like I said, his platoon leader was killed. In addition to having to clean the jeep that afternoon, my son also picked up part of his skull and put it in the helicoptor on the stretcher with his body - he really didn't know what else to do with it.
Is it easy for you to say whether or not it's OK for my son to enjoy killing the feral dogs? What about shooting at an 8 year old boy? What about not stopping the convoy to see if a woman was dead or not?
Hope you appreciate my expansion of the three phrases "Armchair quarterback," "Hindsight is 20/20," and "War is hell." Maybe now you'll feel I've added something to the conversation.