'WHAT THE HELL AMERICA??' So Asked Sergeant Wood . . .
Over the years, several Iraq War veterans have explained to me the
same story. How, once they get back stateside, they feel an overwhelming urge to
go back. Being home, being safe, wasn't, to reduce a hugely complex
sensation to simple terms, the right thing to do.
In the stories, which I also heard from a war photographer that readily explained his bout with post traumatic stress disorder and
consequential time spent with his shrink, there seems to be equal parts
duty and humanity. As for the former, soldiers have left their own to
fight a battle without them: could I be there to save . . . As for the
latter, how can I be here, of all places, when the war is going on
there?
Humanity chooses entirely arbitrary landmarks with which to commemorate events, and today comes another: 4,000 dead U.S. soldiers in Iraq.
Considering the way the war is disappearing from popular discourse, perhaps it's wise to take any mention possible.
And in its piece (everybody plans the thousand spot), the Times assembles a collection of heart wrenching notes from soldiers. War is hell, it's been said, and it's true. But sometimes these anecdotes hit close to home, whoever you are. Or, actually, to put it bluntly, they indict.
From 22-year-old Sergeant Ryan Wood's Myspace blog in May of 2007, a month before he was killed by an bomb in his Humvee.
WHAT THE HELL AMERICA??
“What the hell happened?” any intelligent American might ask themselves throughout their day. While the ignorant, dragging themselves to thier closed off cubicle, contemplate the simple things in life such as “fast food tonight?” or “I wonder what motivated Brittany Spears to shave her unsightly, mishaped domepiece?”
To the simpleton, this news might appear “devastating.” I assume not everyone thinks this way, but from my little corner of the earth, Iraq, a spot in the world a majority of Americans could’nt point out on the map, it certainly appears so. This little piece of truly, heart-breaking news captured headlines and apparently American imaginations as FOX news did a two hour, truly enlightening piece of breaking news history. American veiwers watched intently, and impatiently as the pretty colors flashed and the media exposed the inner workings of Brittany’s obviously, deep character. I was amazed, truly dumbfounded wondering how we as Americans have sank so low. To all Americans I have but one phrase that helps me throughout my day of constant dangers and ever present death around the corner, “WHO THE [expletive] CARES!” Wow America, we have truly become a nation of self-absorbed retards. ... This world has serious problems and it’s time for America to start addressing them.
This world has serious problems, no doubt about that.
[Image is the cover of the current issue of The Atlantic, founded in 1857, ostensibly aimed at 'thought leaders.']
Associated Press Television writer David Bauder files this
No continent suffers violence today on the level of Africa. Nor is there a land so massive and so poor. In the past few years, superpowers have ramped up strategies to exploit the land's resources and angle for military superiority. China has been building
[At right: five-year charts, tracking roughly since the launch of
the Iraq War, stock prices of major Pentagon contractors;
from top to bottom:
Open up your wallet, pull out a dollar bill, look at it closely, and things get weird. So weird that last week both supermodel Gisele Bündchen and Chinese Bank official Xu Jian became the strangest of bedfellows. I would wager that the two have never before been mentioned in the same breath. However, as the value of U.S. currency hits record lows around the world, they both threatened to dump the dollar. Today, whether you are a made-up mannequin or a bumbling bureaucrat, American cash in your pocket is a problem.
Cairo, the cultural capital of the Arab world, is a loud city. Car horns mix with calls to prayer from the city's minarets. When I visited earlier this year, what I heard from Egyptians sounded like a broken record. Conversations went like this: "Where are you from?" "New York," I always said first. "Oh, you're an American!" "Well, yes," I muttered. "See, I like you. I like Americans. It's the American government that is terrible."
There’s a haunting television commercial in rotation these days.
Thousands of nondescript people are bustling across a heavenly green
meadow toward a gaping, bottomless hole where, like lemmings, they
plunge into nonexistence. With their arms at their sides and their
complicit legs still pumping, mass mentality, according to the ad,
deprives them of a sizzling hamburger. It’s supposed to be funny.
Flaring tempers, big talk about Iraq and another video from Osama bin Laden: It must be September 11th.

