A Young Man Dies in Iraq

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A Young Man Dies in Iraq

 

By Chris Christensen, Tomdispatch.com. Posted August 6, 2005.

 

 

 

A Young Man Dies in Iraq

By Chris Christensen, Tomdispatch.com

Posted on August 6, 2005, Printed on August 8, 2005

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Editor's Note: This letter was written by Chris Christensen, an

airline pilot and Vietnam War veteran living in a small Texas town.

 

In our small town of Columbus, Texas (pop. 3900), we buried one of our

local sons on his 19th birthday. He was killed in action in Iraq. He

was a friend of my two oldest sons and his father a friend of mine.

 

There is not a lot for a young man to do in our town, and most leave

for college, jobs... etc. Christopher came to see me at his father's

request prior to enlisting last summer. I am an Air Force vet from

Southeast Asia. I talked blue in the face to try to get Christopher to

go with me to an Air Force or Navy recruiter. In fact, I told him in

no uncertain terms that the Army would put a gun in his hand and send

him out to be a target. No soap.

 

His head was already filled with a lot of crud from the recruiter

about being a scout, riding a 4-wheeler ATV around -- big fun!

(Christopher was an Eagle Scout.) He had an acquaintance who had been

doing that (not in Iraq), and I got the sense that this acquaintance

was giving him the hard sell too. I wonder if the Army has a referral

bonus system. Do you know?

 

Christopher also had this inexplicable desire to " go shoot some

'Raqis. " Some latent desire maybe from too much video gaming. I heard

that in the weeks before his death, he was involved in a brief

fire-fight and froze in terror. No doubt reality caught up to him at

the speed of a 7.62. Too bad his recruiter or buddy had not told him

about the fear he would experience when he realized someone wanted to

really hurt him or kill him.

 

When I learned of Christopher's death, I was sitting at a PC in a

hotel lounge in Manhattan. (I'm an airline pilot and was on a layover

in New York.) I broke down and cried. There were lots of others around

and I'm sure they were wondering... but none asked. I found I was

crying not so much for the senseless loss of a young life, or even the

grief our friends would bear. As I thought about it, I was crying for

our country. What have we come to?

 

As I mentioned, there is not much for a young man to do in small towns

like ours after high school. Christopher had mentioned to me when we

talked last, before his enlistment, about riding that 4-wheeler ATV

around as an Army scout and having a good time. His recruiter had him

hooked. He also mentioned going to shoot some " 'Raqis. "

 

This is my sadness. Our children are being weaned on hatred and

violence in this country. It starts with television, gets reinforced

and is refined with violent video games (one, in particular, produced

and distributed by the U.S. Army), and finally the infection spreads

through violent team sports in high school. Football in the South is

the battlefield training ground for the next generation of cannon

fodder. Kids are told to go out there and " hurt 'em, tear 'em up, kill

'em. " It is ingrained.

 

(Careful now, don't get me confused with the liberal left. I own guns

and support the right. There is a huge difference between defense of

home and property and exporting violence to other countries.)

 

As I travel in other countries I see no parallel. There are of course

team sports, but violence and undercurrents of hatred that lurk within

are, as much as I can tell, not there.

 

Christopher didn't know it, but as a small town southerner he was

being trained for his death since early childhood.

 

Our little town votes mostly Democrat on local elections, but

typically Republican in presidential races. Discussion or debate about

policy in public is seldom heard and somewhat discouraged. What a

shame. Most people around here take a passing interest in national or

foreign policy for a week or two prior to an election, then just turn

back to football, or whatever is covered on the sports page that day.

 

The notion of death or dismemberment at the hands of an enemy is so

foreign as to be incomprehensible to most American youth. Our media

does such a precise job of keeping images and details of such things

out of the public eye. Not so for many foreign presses. Our schools

would never consider teaching children about anything so morbid or

unpleasant.

 

The thought that a boy like Christopher would so lightly desire to

kill some people he knew nothing about is very distressing to me. On

the one hand, Christopher was a pretty gentle and easy-going kid. If

someone said to him, " Hey let's go shoot some kids from Sealy, " a

rival school, he would obviously have said, " You're crazy -- get

lost! " But Iraqis, why, it's open season.

 

He only saw the differences. He had somehow developed enough hatred to

override his sense of right and wrong, and any teaching of love of

fellow man. He went to the Southern Baptist Church here, and I know it

was taught to him. On the other hand, the president of the Southern

Baptist convention declared this a " just war. " A little hypocrisy

there and probably confusing for Christopher. We left that Church, by

the way.

 

I know of a few men and women who knew Christopher, who have been

supporting the occupation, and are beginning to change their minds.

His death is the second our rural county has experienced in the last

few months. It is beginning to change some attitudes here -- but too

late I'm afraid.

 

I hope that we learn sooner than we did in Vietnam that we can't

successfully force our ideals on another society unwilling to adopt

them or defend them for themselves.

 

There just aren't enough Christophers to go around.

 

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