Subject: About That War.... Last night, on some CBS special with Dan Rather, we got to see
Subject: About That War....
Last night, on some CBS special with Dan Rather, we got to see some Allied
soldiers, prisoners in Iraq, denounce the actions of the U.S. "on the
peaceful people of Iraq". Even if we hadn't seen the bruises, cuts,
scratches, and probable cigarette burns on their faces, it wouldn't have
been difficult to figure out that these men had been tortured so Hussein
could use them for propaganda. And then our people used the clips for
propaganda, as well, for the purpose of emotionally charging the American
public against Iraq. The only difference between the two is that our side
was honest about why they were showing these film clips.
My first reaction was to turn in my chair, and look upon the man who --
fortunately, praise whichever Creative Force surrounds us -- has a high
probability of never being one of those men showing up on my television
screen. My second reaction was to wonder about the families of those men,
wondering what it must be like to see a husband, a son, a brother, maybe
even a father, or a friend, on that screen. These two thoughts alone
brought me to tears.
And then I remembered being a little too young to understand what was
happening in Vietnam, not understanding the conflict going on within our
own shores about being there. I remembered how a lot of us took our anger
at our government's decision out on the men and women who went to 'Nam. I
remember thinking, who cares whether they were right or whether they were
wrong, the important thing is that these people went there for *us*. And
when they came home, we spat on them and called them baby-killers.
Now, I'm old enough to somewhat understand the conflict about our being in
the Middle East, but I still haven't made up my own mind about this
conflict. About the only thing I can decide is that, regardless of our
personal feelings about our government's decision to be there, I sincerely
hope we do not take it out on those men and women who come home to us. For
once again, whether it is right or whether it is wrong no longer matters;
what matters now is that they're there, and they're dying, and they're
being captured -- for us.
You know, I was raped in a secluded area, across the country from where I
now live, almost a lifetime ago. It's completely up to me whether or not
anyone ever knows that it happened. But those men on my TV screen last
night, they were raped by two entire countries (one government, one media),
displayed on international television, for the entire world to view their
rape. They don't have a choice over who knows what has happened to them.
Their families have no choice. And when they come home, they will forever
have to live with that.
It is my sincere hope that the public of the Allied nations, when our
soldiers do come home to us, don't rape them again.
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