One of the more remarkable aspects of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan is that they are being fought entirely by volunteers. Not since the Spanish-American War of more than a century ago has the U.S. relied on volunteers for such prolonged combat operations. Including training and deployments, Operations Desert Shield/Desert Storm lasted barely a year and while the air war raged for a month, ground combat operations lasted less than a week.
Subsequent military endeavors were likewise limited - Somalia is noteworthy for a single firefight while the Kosovo War was so desultory that its greatest crisis was when a handful of G.I.s got lost and were captured. A few aircraft were shot down, but the aircrews were recovered.
Yet more than a decade after the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, our forces are still actively engaged.
I've said it before, but the truly Greatest Generation is that segment of the American population who, given every excuse to do otherwise, chose to enlist and shoulder the burden of these wars. For their pains, they risked death, debilitating injuries and endured lengthy separations from their loved ones. Their reward? Increasing irrelevance, a culture that ignores honor and a media who portrays them as war-addled dupes. Certainly the elites regard them as little more than useful tools - people too stupid to get a job doing anything else than stopping bullets for Uncles Sam - a viewpoint famously articulated by John Kerry:
“You know, education, if you make the most of it, if you study hard and
you do your homework, and you make an effort to be smart, uh, you, you
can do well. If you don’t, you get stuck in Iraq.”
Obviously that hideous slur on our troops engaged in deadly combat completely destroyed his political career made him the ideal choice for Obama's Secretary of State.
This statement perfectly illustrates how unusual it is for people to choose service to country over service to self.
It is hard to imagine a politician saying that in 1918 or 1945 and
having any subsequent career. His own party would have cashiered him. But today, with "honor" an increasingly archaic notion and "courage" defined as doing something everyone else agrees with, Kerry's words resonate with a substantial portion of the population - primarily the self-styled elites.
Because they cannot imagine enduring extremes of heat and cold, facing mortal danger and giving up the wealth and comfort of a career at home, they assume that anyone who does so must be either too stupid to understand the good life that awaits or too ignorant to achieve it. Unable to understand why the volunteer would make the choice to serve, they try to remove it by eliminating any other alternative.
Deep down, they know they could never make that choice. This makes them feel inferior - inferior to high-school graduates who own pickup trucks and watch NASCAR!? Intolerable! To one of the elites whose parents paid for a masters in liberal arts and who now works for a trendy non-profit, this is cannot be borne. So they must find something to justify their hollow chests, a reason to explain why the selflessness and honor and courage of these people exists. They do so by calling them idiots.
Most Americans aren't like that. A great many appreciate our volunteers. I know more than a few who, if the Taliban landed on the Jersey shore, would take up arms without hesitation. They have families, children, jobs and mortgages. If called, they would serve, but at the moment they would rather not. They would do their duty, but other duties keep them busy.
In times past, we used the draft to call them, and they came by the millions. My great-grandfather was called shortly after he was married and served as replacement in the Meuse-Argonne in 1918. His son was born while he was overseas and I have the letter he posted on November 12th - one he'd composed several days before but which he was only able to send after the Armistice. At the bottom there is a post-script: "11/12/18 I am o.k." And so his young wife learned he survived the war.
He was nothing special, he merely did his duty. To many people that means holding down a job and taking care of the family. But the volunteers hear a different call, one that compels them to do more.
Today is the day when we honor the sacrifices of the fallen and decorate their graves. Long-time readers know that I have taken on the particular responsibility of honoring one of my friends, Capt. Sean Grimes who was killed in Iraq eight years ago this spring. His grave is in New Jersey; I am in Michigan. So this is where I place the flowers and small flag.
The World War I generation has passed and the World War II generation is passing. Korea is close behind and Vietnam has already filled the beds in the veterans' homes. Behind them, the volunteers of my generation are stepping up, taking from their strong but ageing hands the torch of freedom.
Like those who went before, they are struggling to make sense of what they have seen and done, what they have given up, and what they have gained. While they may wonder, I don't think there is any question that they have satisfied the requirements of honor and that when the tale of these days is written, the same epitaph that has graced the headstones of warriors past will grace their markers as well: "They did their duty."
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