Why I Don't Thank Members of the Military for Their "Service"
(This is coming completely off the top of my head, and is thus largely unstructured, and might be a little jumbled. I am essentially thinking out loud about a subject that’s become increasingly important to me in the past couple of years. Bear with me.)
I do not thank members of the military for their “service”. I do not consider employment in the military to carry with it a sense of “honor”. I do not, in the sense that is generally meant, “support the troops”.
Let me clarify.
I do consider the current American military occupations, at their core, immoral. I do see acceptance of collateral damage as completely unjustifiable. I do see the moral exemption given by most people to agents of the State as non-existent. Therefore, I do consider complicity in the current operations of the U.S. military as morally wrong. This does not mean, however, that I see soldiers as monsters devoid of any humanity. Nor does it mean that my primary reason for not participating in the almost universal rituals of reverence for the military comes from resentment. Many people’s prima facie similar outlook towards the military is simplistically antagonistic for its own sake, so I can understand why my perspective can appear that way, but I can not stress enough that this is not the case.
My vocal criticism of enlistment in the military and refusal to give support for “service” is instead an attempt to prevent others from falling into the trap, and to oppose the process that allows the “War, what isn’t it good for?” mindset to continue. What is it that gets people to decide upon a career in the military? For a lot of them, it’s the simple promise of things like a college education and a way out of poverty. But is that enough to convince someone to kill, or to be a part of an organization that kills? Not for everyone, and certainly not for the number of people who join the military for that reason. What allows them to bypass this moral block is cultural reversal of the killing (or complicity therein)’s status. Even in times of general cultural disapproval of the war at hand, the same surrounding culture will egg them on, telling them that it’s a great honor to serve in the armed forces. This doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense when analyzed critically (how can taking part in an unjustified action be honorable?), but the sheer strength of public opinion is enough to carry it across the bridge of cognitive dissonance for almost everyone.
Is it really virtuous to take part in unjustified military action? I do believe that there exist hypothetical cases (though extraordinarily unlikely ones) in which war could potentially be Just, which implies the potential justification of a hypothetical military. Most people do. The problem, though, is that they extend that hypothetical justification to reality, despite the fact that the reality does not line up with the situations that would be necessary (I don’t have time here to go into detail about my thoughts on Just war theory, but for now, just know that nothing since 1776 probably qualifies for the United States) for that hypothetical justification. The hypothetical justification of legitimate defense of liberty is used to defend the reality of senseless slaughter and creation of more and more hostility to the United States. This is essentially what Rand calls an “anti-concept”: a vague idea that uses the valid and sound propositions of one claim to justify the invalid or unsound propositions of another. American lives are not being saved by enraging the populations we occupy. Foreign nations are not being helped by having their cities wrecked and people accidentally killed in collateral damage. This is insanity, but those who name it and explicitly state the necessary conclusion that employment in the United States military is actually a disservice, both to the American citizenry and to those we claim to be making democracy safe for, are called insane.
People who join the military are not making the same conscious decision that they would be making if they robbed a bank to pay for college. They are acting with ignorance of the moral blindfold put over their eyes by every person who thanks soldiers for their “service”, and goes on and on about the supposed intrinsic honor of the occupation, or puts a yellow ribbon on the back of their car. When a soldier steps on a landmine, they were pushed onto it by those who claimed to respect them most.
I don’t want to cause further hardship to people who have seen the Hell of war. I just don’t want to spit on those hardships by telling them that it meant something, when it didn’t, and the blame goes to those who said it did. I want to make sure that the reality is clear to an impressionable youth confronted by amoral military recruiters willing to tell them anything to use their mind and body for the destruction of themselves and others. Furthermore, this is a gravely personal issue to me. I know what’s being dealt with. There are four people I’ve known that have at one time or another been very close and dear to me that went on to join the military. One wants nothing more than to escape the ordeal. Another has been deeply psychologically traumatized. Someone else, that I once considered my best friend, has been so fundamentally and profoundly reshaped as a person that neither I nor various others who knew him have any actual connection to him now, being nothing more than the same body housing an entirely different person. And the fourth is now buried in a military cemetery.
My attitude is not one of hatred, but of fear for those I love.
To summarize, this quote from the 1964 film, The Americanization of Emily, displays the proper attitude towards “gratitude” for military “service”:
“I don’t trust people who make bitter reflections about war, Mrs. Barham. It’s always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a Hell it is. And it’s always the widows who lead the Memorial Day parades… we shall never end wars, Mrs. Barham, by blaming it on ministers and generals or warmongering imperialists or all the other banal bogies. It’s the rest of us who build statues to those generals and name boulevards after those ministers; the rest of us who make heroes of our dead and shrines of our battlefields. We… perpetuate war by exalting its sacrifices…
My brother died at Anzio - an everyday soldier’s death, no special heroism involved. They buried what pieces they found of him. But my mother insists he died a brave death and pretends to be very proud… [N]ow my other brother can’t wait to reach enlistment age. That’ll be in September. May be ministers and generals who blunder us into wars, but the least the rest of us can do is to resist honoring the institution. What has my mother got for pretending bravery was admirable? She’s under constant sedation and terrified she may wake up one morning and find her last son has run off to be brave.”