May 18, 2015

As Memorial Day approaches, the political and media establishment will fill the airwaves with talk about "honoring" veterans. But few of them, if any, acknowledge the realities of U.S. imperialist wars, including their devastating impact on U.S. soldiers. In an article written for the Indypendent , Veterans For Peace co-founder Doug Rawlings explains why he opposes U.S. wars--and doesn't want to be acknowledged for his "service" in the holiday celebrations.

A FELLOW Vietnam vet once quipped to me that there are two high holy days for him--Veterans Day and Memorial Day. We both laughed since he's an avowed atheist, and I consider myself something of a secular humanist. But with all jokes that skirt around deeper truths, this one has its barbs attached. We lack religious fervor. We do not proselytize much. We are conflicted. We really don't want to stand in any spotlight, but we are pissed off that the warmongers and the chickenhawks have claimed these days as their own personal property. We are thrust into a public arena, surrounded by many people who are either woefully uninformed about the true nature of war or dead-set on mythologizing it for their own warped ends. But, reluctant "clerics" that we are, we feel compelled to speak up. For our children's sake.

Neither one of us is proud of our so-called "service" to the flailing dinosaur of an empire that calls itself the U.S. of A. Neither one of us wants to celebrate or commemorate those dark hours in our lives that found us tools of the "green machine." But these days of so-called commemoration are foisted upon us by people who we think mean no harm; in fact, they probably think they are doing us a service. Trust me, they are not.

This past Veterans Day, I ventured to Washington, D.C., to meet up with an old buddy from the Vietnam War. We visited the Arlington Cemetery and the Vietnam War Memorial, the twin slabs of stone that allow you to see your reflection as you read the names of the American war dead etched in black granite. I like this guy a lot and we have much in common, but he sported a "Vietnam Veteran" baseball cap, and I wore my Veterans For Peace (VFP) shirt with a quote emblazoned on the back from former General-turned-President Dwight Eisenhower about hating all wars.

An interesting dynamic played itself out as people approached my friend to thank him for his service and then looked at me a bit askance--even compelling my friend on occasion to say, "Hey, he's a namvet too, you know." This naturally set up that most awkward of exchanges for me--total strangers thanking ME for my service (usually they look into the sad eyes of a guy wearing a VFP logo espousing our admonition to abolish war and look away quickly). "Uh-oh. Here it comes," I think. The decade ahead just winked at me.

WE CAN usually gird ourselves to withstand the well-wishing gestures of folks who mistakenly think that, as Vietnam War veterans, we want them to perform some kind of public penance to make up for not burying us in flowers and kisses throughout the sixties and seventies. Okay, whatever. But now that we enter this year, the 50th "anniversary" of the beginning of the real technological slaughter that caught fire in 1965, we have to prepare ourselves for 10 years of these "commemorations."

But don't pity me--I have some jiu-jitsu in mind. I am going to use this opportunity to fully disclose the true nature of that war. When thanked, I will remind people whenever I can that our little war took place in a country called Vietnam, that we were not just "losing our innocence" or "gaining our manhood" in some little sandbox. The Vietnamese people suffered greatly at our hands. Millions lost their lives, hundreds of thousands still suffer from the ravages of Agent Orange and unexploded ordnance just waiting to be touched and set off.

"What gives you the right to say anything?" You might ask. Fair enough. I certainly don't pretend to speak for all Vietnam War veterans. I am only one person out of 3 million U.S. troops who were dispatched to Vietnam over the course of the war.

When I arrived in Vietnam in July 1969 for a 13-and-a-half-month tour of duty, I was a 22-year-old graduate school dropout from Rochester, New York, who was on a run of bad luck. I had been jilted by my fiancé and when I subsequently withdrew from the university, I was soon called up by my draft board. I knew from mandatory ROTC classes I had taken as an undergraduate that I would hate military life. However, I didn't have the moral courage to resist the draft. And, there was a part of me that was secretly caught up in the romantic myth of going off to war and finding out if I could hack it.

I was assigned to a mobile artillery unit in the central highlands that supported the 173rd Airborne Division. I spent all of my time either on a landing zone or a firebase, with an occasional convoy to other firebases. I survived mortar attacks. I hovered in bunkers in anticipation of hordes of the "enemy" overrunning our position. I witnessed death. I witnessed brutality. I never really want to go "there" again. But as a member of Veterans For Peace, I have taken a pledge to not remain silent about the devastating moral injuries that beset all of us who become mired in war.

All these years later I am now a grandparent and a retired college instructor and administrator who lives in Maine. It deeply saddens me to see that our nation's self-perpetuating war machine is cranked up and once again running in high gear. Here in 21st-century America, there is an insidious, self-serving faux adulation at play, one that has been fed on steroids, to turn every soldier automatically into a "hero," so every poor soul coming back from her or his war (and, oh yes, we do own those wars) can't even cuddle up with a loved one and speak the truths of his or her experience for fear of tarnishing the thread-worn mantle of hometown hero.

This is by design. Unscrupulous politicians use returning veterans as the emotional equivalent of human shields to deflect the public's frustration with disastrous wars in Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere. Heaven forbid if these new veterans would ever join us old namvets and stop the palaver about valor and heroics for a moment to acknowledge the grotesqueries of war. Think of how the munitions factories and war colleges would all have to shut their doors. And people would have to publicly thank teachers, nurses, doctors, maintenance workers, police officers for their service. Imagine that.

First published at the Indypendent.