One reason why war seems like a permanent condition of our world, and why it persists as an established social institution, is because it is wrapped up in layer upon layer of lies and distortions, until it is seemlessly transformed from its essence as brutal organised killing into a sometimes necessary, but always patriotic and noble calling. We achieve this amazing transformation through our news media which never shows us the dead and injured bodies of war’s countless victims; through the entertainment industry who give us explosions in stylish slow motion; through the high-sounding words of politicians, priests, and novellists; through the solemn rituals of memorialisation and remembrance, and the gaze of a bronze warrior; through the adoption of convenient euphemisms – collateral damage, payloads, targets, surgical strikes, humanitarian intervention. However, every now and then, an eloquent voice tells a little of the truth about war and for a brief moment, its mezmerising allure disappears and we glimpse its sheer, absurd horror. The question is: how can we turn this moment of realisation into a permanent socially and materially embodied truth, so that no one can ever again be seduced, and the machinary of war can no longer wield its most powerful weapon? Chris Hedges explains this far better than I could in the following article.
War Is Betrayal:Persistent Myths of Combat by Chris Hedges
Those who return to speak this truth, like Goodell or Millard, are our contemporary prophets. They struggle, in a culture awash in lies, to tell what few have the fortitude to digest. The words these prophets speak are painful.
As a nation we prefer to listen to those who speak from the patriotic script. We prefer to hear ourselves exalted. If veterans speak of terrible wounds visible and invisible, of lies told to make them kill, of evil committed in our name, we fill our ears with wax. Not our boys and girls, we say, not them, bred in our homes, endowed with goodness and decency. For if it is easy for them to murder, what about us? It is simpler and more comfortable not to hear, to wish only that they would calm down, be reasonable, get some help, and go away. We brand our prophets as madmen. We cast them into the desert. This is why so many veterans are estranged and enraged. This is why so many succumb to suicide or addictions. Not long ago Goodell received a text message from a Marine she had worked with in Mortuary Affairs after he tried to commit suicide. “I’ve got $2,000 in the bank,” the message read. “Let’s meet in NYC and go out with a bang.”
War comes wrapped in patriotic slogans; calls for sacrifice, honor, and heroism; and promises of glory. It comes wrapped in the claims of divine providence. It is what a grateful nation asks of its children. It is what is right and just. It is waged to make the nation and the world a better place, to cleanse evil. War is touted as the ultimate test of manhood, where the young can find out what they are made of. From a distance it seems noble. It gives us comrades and power and a chance to play a bit part in the great drama of history. It promises to give us identities as warriors, patriots, as long as we go along with the myth, the one the war-makers need to wage wars and the defense contractors need to increase their profits.
But up close war is a soulless void. War is about barbarity, perversion, and pain. Human decency and tenderness are crushed, and people become objects to use or kill. The noise, the stench, the fear, the scenes of eviscerated bodies and bloated corpses, the cries of the wounded all combine to spin those in combat into another universe. In this moral void, naïvely blessed by secular and religious institutions at home, the hypocrisy of our social conventions, our strict adherence to moral precepts, becomes stark. War, for all its horror, has the power to strip away the trivial and the banal, the empty chatter and foolish obsessions that fill our days. It might let us see, although the cost is tremendous.
Read the rest of Chris Hedges’ article here.