I’m tired of reading stories like this:
If this were the first or the second or even the third or fourth story of this sort I’d read, I might be ready to pass it off as a fluke. But these horrors just keep on coming.
Isn’t it bad enough, Bush and Rummy and Dick and Wolfie, that you lied us into this war, then you didn’t bother to provide enough body armor and Humvee armor to go around, and then if they survive, you send 'em back for a second or third trip to the Cradle of Civilization? So on top of that, when the kids fighting the war only get half blown up instead of completely blown up, you try to push 'em out the door well before you’ve patched 'em back together?
And of course, while this sorta shit is going on, you mouth a lot of “support the troops” happy talk.
I’ll tell you how to support the troops: fucking take care of the troops. Do everything you can to get them the best equipment, to maximize their chances of surviving and remaining in one piece during their all-expenses-paid vacation to Mesopotamia, and then you do everything you can to help patch the survivors together afterward.
So Walter Reed is overwhelmed? OK, build another Walter Reed. It’s on the base-closures list anyway, so you’re going to move it sometime soon; just build another one, and close this one when the war winds down enough, whenever that might be. You know how many Congresspersons would vote against that, given the apparent need? Not enough to matter, that’s for damned sure. We’ve spent $200B or so on this war; think we aren’t willing to pitch in a half-billion or so for a state-of-the-art facility for repairing the many seriously wounded soldiers from Iraq and Afghanistan? I bet even Bernie Sanders would vote for that.
Oh yeah: and don’t kick widows of the fallen out of base housing the moment they cease to be a military spouse. Give them some time to deal with the transition, give them assistance to find somewhere new to live, and maybe even pay to move them.
“Supporting the troops” means more than knowing how to say “hooah.”