I can't believe that I posted that poem written by my son, which I think so eloquently portrays the mindset of an infantry soldier, one who was in the same situation many times - and there was not one response to his perspective.
What kind of response do you expect? Either criticism, which would be profoundly personal and perhaps rude to you, or compliments. I gave no response because I have no compliments to pay. You've amply filled that void.
I think it's tragic the situation so many "young kids" -- as you accurately described them -- find themselves in as soldiers. However, I think it's even more tragic that sympathy for our young kids is transformed into a kind of mythology of soldiery and tacit assent to military policy, instead of using that sympathy to change policy so that our young kids, and inevitably their many civilian victims, aren't put into these situations in the first place.
I guess I was 15 years old on 9/11, I would have enlisted in the Marines as soon as I was of age but I was unable to do so due to a medical condition. Deep down, in the lower and more primitive part of my brain, fueled by testosterone and youth, there was a part of me that wanted to kill. The outward expression of this is a lust to "see combat", "defend our nation" or sometimes more frankly it is called a desire to "kill the enemy". At bottom, it was, partly, a wish to be part of a physical struggle, to shoot a gun, to watch awesome explosions. It seems to me that adults and young kids themselves find it convenient to pretend these contributing motivations don't exist. But nothing in my experience has convinced me that I was the only 18-year-old boy to want to enlist who had these feelings.
I know some of the young kids who enlisted. I've talked to young kids returning from multiple tours of duty, I'm afraid at 20, 22, and similar ages they still struck me as young kids, only now they had assault rifles and more authority over a civilian population than the NYPD chief of police.
Due to my conversations with them, I have been reluctantly forced to admit that the mythology of the "young kid" who goes to war and returns a man is mostly a myth.
A friend of a friend, who was 20, told me how much he loved the kidnapping missions. Some Iraqi was designated a bad guy, so they would storm his house in the middle of the night and take him. He laughed about how everyone would pretend not to speak English, but immediately spoke English when you stuck a gun in their face. He was the kind of guy who probably made an excellent football player or fraternity brother, but giving him this kind of power in a foreign country could only lead to eventual disaster, I thought.
Another guy laughed about how an Iraqi car was driving too close to their convoy, so they slammed the breaks. The car crashed into the Humvee and the driver was pinned inside. Hours later, returning along the road they had come, the driver was still there, pinned. He didn't have money to bribe the ambulance that would be necessary to rescue him. This was supposed to be a funny story. It made my blood curl.
Two friends of mine recently joined the military. Another friend of a friend told me about his experiences in Iraq. At some point, as dearly as I care for my friends, the fact of the matter has to be faced: prestige, accomplishment, and a fascination with combat and weapons and a lust to "kill the enemy" are prime motivations. We could be fighting Canada or occupying Paris, it wouldn't matter, as long as it's combat and it has the stamp of legitimacy.
I spoke to a "young kid", about 22 years old (two years younger than me) on a plane, he was with the 101st Airborne. He had been on multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. Frankly, he was still just a young kid, albeit one with a lot of technical skills in weapons and tactics. He was so drunk and rowdy the pilot almost prevented him from boarding, and I helped him get control of himself. He told me he knew he would go to hell for what he had done, because their policy was to open fire if they received fire from any direction, and as a result he had killed a lot of innocent people. I asked him why he thought he would go to hell if he was on orders and they were receiving fire, he could barely speak, but he managed to say "Because, man, we slaughtered these people."
Like I said, I think it's tragic the situations soldiers find themselves in. But I also think it's tragic the situations civilians find themselves in. I also think it's tragic that we can't face the fact that, ultimately, a lot of our soldiers are boys with guns, because that reality is the only thing that will help us avoid these situations in the first place.