Why a Soldier?: A Signal Corpsman's Tour from Vietnam to the Moscow Hot Line Book

War is Forever

Evil is not an absence of the good as proposed by theologians. It is a positive force precisely proportionate to the coercive technological power employed. Power kills people; people don't kill people; technology does. War is unlimited power; or power limited only by the technology available but certainly not by morality, that is to say, people. Herr saw this at close quarters: "Our machine was devastating. And versatile. It could do everything but stop." No one who had power understood that the technological machine was impotent to achieve anything other than coercion and its logical extreme, death: "They killed a lot of Communists, but that was all they did, because the number of Communist dead meant nothing, changed nothing."

The opposite of war is not peace but justice, the access to judgments of equity that mitigate coercion. Essentially war is unfairness made the norm, "a psychotic vaudeville." War is unfair because there is no human recourse to the random exercise of power. The unfairness of war affects everyone even those, especially those, exercising the power. The further out on the tendrils of power, as these tendrils encounter victims, the more unfairness, the more coercion, exists. At that zero-distance, coercion is unremittingly ugly:"Disgust doesn't begin to describe what they made me feel, they threw people out of helicopters, tied people up and put the dogs on them. Brutality was just a word in my mouth before that." Is there any other word than de-humanization? "'Well, you know what we do to animals . . . kill 'em and hurt 'em and beat on 'em so's we can train 'em. Shit, we don't treat the Dinks no different than that,'" says one young soldier with neither apparent irony nor shame.

Those with less power merely die; those with more power often die but all - those exercising power and those upon whom it is exercised - suffer a lifetime of an absence of recourse to power, a bodily reaction to coercion. Who can judge who is most defiled, the soldier coerced by his superiors or the soldier's victim coerced by him? All suffer through either grief or memory. Herr knows this: "Varieties of religious experience, good news and bad news; a lot of men found their compassion in the war, some found it and couldn't live with it, war-washed shutdown of feeling, like who gives a fuck. People retreated into positions of hard irony, cynicism, despair, some saw the action and declared for it, only heavy killing could make them feel so alive... Every time there was combat you had a licence to go maniac, everyone snapped over the line at least once there and nobody noticed, they hardly noticed if you forgot to snap back again."

The effects of the unfairness of war are cumulative and gestational. They ripen and metastasize : "And some just went insane, followed the black-light arrow around the bend and took possession of the madness that had been waiting there in trust for them for eighteen or twenty-five or fifty years... it took the war to teach it, that you were as responsible for everything you saw as you were for everything you did. The problem was that you didn't always know what you were seeing until later, maybe years later, that a lot of it never made it in at all, it just stayed stored there in your eyes... They'd say (I'd ask) that they didn't remember their dreams either when they were in the zone, but on R& R or in the hospital their dreaming would be constant, open, violent and clear,"

Despite the unfairness of all wars, each war is qualitatively different. This one changed an entire country, the one with the most power. Nothing, everyone learned, could be trusted: from government, from media, from experts, from one's neighbor. The military was the exception because it could be trusted for consistent incompetence and deceit: "...the [Marine] Corps came to be called by many the finest instrument ever devised for the killing of young Americans." This was a new, highly infectious disease that evolved in the jungles and rice fields and was imported in a dormant state on the flights home: "A despair set in among members of the battalion that the older ones, the veterans of two other wars, had never seen before." This was the war from which that country has never recovered, and perhaps never will. It sanctioned death as unimportant by turning it into a measure of progress: "... they talked as though killing a man was nothing more than depriving him of his vigour." And for those leaders not at the far ends of power but at its source, power became an idol demanding sacred acts through which they would achieve salvation: "They believed that God was going to thank them for it."

There is good reason to believe that the country's present psychosis is its refusal to recognize the injustice it has imposed on the world: "Years of thinking this or that about what happens to you when you pursue a fantasy until it becomes experience, and then afterwards you can't handle the experience." I don't know if Herr is a spiritual person but he provides some splendid spiritual advice: "Going crazy was built into the tour, the best you could hope for was that it didn't happen around you, the kind of crazy that made men empty clips into strangers or fix grenades on latrine doors. That was really crazy; anything less was almost standard, as standard as the vague prolonged stares and involuntary smiles, common as ponchos or 16s or any other piece of war issue. If you wanted someone to know you'd gone insane you really had to sound off like you had a pair, 'Scream a lot, and all the time.'"

No ideal was left unmolested. No injustice was left un-trivialized. No confession of guilt was ever offered without rationalization. Perhaps this is a national characteristic - to hide profound immorality behind a shield of up-beat concern: "It was a characteristic of a lot of Americans in Vietnam to have no idea of when they were being obscene." But injustice will not lie quiet. The effects of war are genetic; they are passed on as a dismal legacy of power and its unfairness. The country tried to forget and dug itself deeper, coerced itself, into violence that it now performs on itself at the armed hands of its children to the consternation of their parents. The country does seem to be screaming now. But no one is really listening. No one cares if they annihilate themselves in their undeclared civil war. If only they would tweet about it less.