In high school, I had this friend, good guy. Fun to be around, excellent sense of humor.
Then I go away to school, more or less lose touch with him for a few years. Find out that he discovered the extreme right of Republicanism the way some people find God. It’s become his [del]crusade[/del] obsession. So much so that he has pretty well alienated everybody around him that aren’t as outright rabid as him. But typically I ignore him, try and talk about anything except politics when we find ourselves together in a group.
The boy talks shit. Horrible, misinformed shit. And unfortunately he is so deluded that he has gone through Basic and is ready to ship off to Iraq at the end of January, under the belief that it is every true American’s duty to unwaveringly commit themselves to the righteousness of the war. (Note: On reading that, it seems like I’m saying all soldiers serving are wrong, that they are throwing their lives away, that they are stupid. I mean nothing of the sort; I know there are any number of reasons one would choose to serve, and even when another’s reasons are like my friend’s, a lot of it is about presentation. It’s just that this guy flaunts his decision to serve as a sort of moral superiority, by which everybody who he perceives to be against him, anybody who either does not choose to serve or even worse does not believe in the utter correctness of the war, are complete fucking scum who deserve deportation at best, a bullet through the head charged to their widow at worst.)
I hope he comes out of his tour alive, and without any great injuries. I hope against hope that his experience leads to him changing his mind about why he has committed his life to Bush’s crusade, and what he as a grunt truly means to America’s political leadership.
But mostly I hope that he realizes how much bullshit he has spewed forth to alienate all of his friends in the past four years, including the…ahem…poem that led to my weak little rant. It appeared over the weekend on a webpage he maintains, to which I will not link for obvious reasons:
Take a man and put him alone,
Put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but blood,
Make him live in sand, in mud.
This is the life I have to live,
This the soul to God I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer,
While young men are dying over here.
Plant your signs on the White House lawn;
“Lets get out of Iraq”.
Use your signs and have your fun,
Then refuse to use a gun.
There’s nothing else for you to do,
Then I’m supposed to die for you?
There is one thing that you should know;
And that’s where I think you should go!
I’m already here and it’s too late.
I’ve traded all my love for all this hate.
I’ll hate you till the day I die.
You made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and his blood shed,
Then I heard them say, “This one’s dead”.
It was a large price for him to pay,
To let you live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die,
To keep the freedom you live by.
By his dying, your life he buys,
But who gives a FUCK if a Soldier dies!
There’s just so much fallacious bullshit in that to really comment upon it, other than to say this. It starts out bitter that he is being forced by circumstance to fight under ungodly conditions in Iraq, then he’s angry that others have not been forced, and he is subsequently fighting for their lives nowhere near the conflict. Okay.
Here’s to hoping he has a monumental fucking change of heart.
Though I am not pitting Sam Stone, I would like to mention a comment he made in this thread as an addendum:
If this isn’t the exception to Sam Stone’s statement, I don’t know what is. (Namely the line in the above poem, “I’ll hate you till the day I die.”)