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- Feb. 04, 1991: A Dove Faces Up To War
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- Feb. 04, 1991 Stalking Saddam
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ESSAY, Page 74
- A Dove Faces Up to War
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- <p>By Walter Shapiro
- </p>
- <p> In the Saturday afternoon sun of a somber January, the black
- granite walls of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial were warm,
- almost animate to the touch. A blond teenage girl with a paper
- dove in her hair from an antiwar rally stood near two fortyish
- men talking softly about a bungled mortar attack a generation
- and half a world away. Two helicopters whirred overhead, the
- sound both jarring and fitting. Odd how certain names leaped
- to the eye and touched the heart. Irvin W. Prosser Jr., Zygmunt
- Kowalewski, Sherl K. Bonnett. Strangers all, so there were no
- images of them as soldiers or as high school classmates.
- Instead the vision came of proud fathers, perhaps survivors of
- World War II combat, holding up their squawking boy babies and
- announcing to the world, "He'll have my name, Irvin." "I'll
- call him Zygmunt." "I'll name him Sherl after his grandfather.
- He'll have a good life, a long life, a life of peace."
- </p>
- <p> My father returned from World War II with these same hopes,
- and for the most part, they have been realized for his only
- son. I was privileged. Vietnam was my war, but only in the
- sheltered, student-deferment sense that I opposed it, marched
- against it and denounced it as immoral. Perhaps that explains
- why I had in the past approached the Vietnam Memorial with
- trepidation, feeling I was intruding upon the grief of others.
- But on the first weekend of the air war against Iraq, I found
- myself impelled toward these sunken slabs on the Mall, as if
- this were the proper moment to seek communion with the wall of
- names. My thoughts jumbled as I stood there: schoolboy
- patriotism, the waste of war, the sands of time. Finally, I
- murmured, "I hope we have learned the right lessons from
- Vietnam. I hope I have."
- </p>
- <p> Those sentiments reflect how personally bound I feel in the
- decision of my government to go to war. No lesson of Vietnam
- has been more important than the respect for legality that
- prompted George Bush to win the endorsement of the United
- Nations and then, however belatedly, the U.S. Congress.
- Watching the congressional debate, I felt compelled to make my
- own decision on going to war as surely as if I had been elected
- to the national legislature. My anguished rationale for
- supporting the President--oil, aggression and cynicism about
- sanctions--turned into a footnote once Congress voted; what
- mattered was that at last proper constitutional norms had been
- followed. How easy it had been during Vietnam (a war mounted
- under the dubious fig leaf of the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution)
- to reject personal complicity in the carnage. Blame, as I do,
- Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger for the names
- on the wailing wall in Washington. But today, for the first
- time in my life, I freely accept, as an American citizen,
- responsibility for a war and the terrible human suffering that
- is its inevitable handmaiden.
- </p>
- <p> On the home front, there are ennobling signs that the nation
- has transcended the bitter legacy of Vietnam. Aside from a few
- ill-timed sneers by Dan Quayle, no major public figure has
- maligned the patriotism of the antiwar protesters. Whatever
- one's personal views on the wisdom of the war, there is a
- collective sense of respect and obligation toward the men and
- women in uniform. Yes, the volunteer army means that the
- sacrifice of having a son, a relative, a friend in Saudi Arabia
- is shared unevenly. My own burden is scant. But class and caste
- also shielded people like me from the draft in the 1960s; for
- much of the Vietnam War, such social inequities were the dirty
- little secret of the upper middle class. This time, at least,
- the topic was a major theme of the congressional debate. Such
- honesty does not erase the unfairness of a volunteer army, but
- it does suggest national maturity.
- </p>
- <p> Still, I brood about whether I am prepared for the horrors
- of what will come next, either the carnage of a ground war or
- the full revelation of civilian casualties within Iraq and
- Kuwait. Despite my informed consent as a citizen, a wave of
- queasiness hit me with the first air strikes against Baghdad.
- But then the euphoric opening days of the war made it seem as
- if America had perfected the neutron bomb in reverse: high-tech
- weaponry that only destroyed buildings, while leaving people
- miraculously unharmed. Even now, after more than a week of war,
- the cameras have yet to show a dead soldier. There is something
- tawdry about this Top Gun illusion of military action virtually
- devoid of unpleasant consequences.
- </p>
- <p> How unnerving that we know so little about the realities of
- this war. The partial news blackout, stage-managed by the U.S.
- military, seems a never-again overreaction to Vietnam. The
- longer the nation is safeguarded from the full truth, the more
- jarring will be the recoil when the inevitable bad news hits.
- Defense Secretary Dick Cheney warned, "A military operation of
- this intensity and complexity cannot be scored every evening
- like a college track meet or a basketball game." What other
- choice do we have but to tot up the bombing sorties, mourn the
- downed flyers and pray for the best?
- </p>
- <p> Technology is not fail-safe. Sooner or later a hospital, a
- school or an apartment block will be reduced to flesh and
- rubble by an errant U.S. bombing mission. How will I and the
- nation react to pictures of, say, an Iraqi woman, her clothes
- on fire, running, stumbling, screaming at the injustice of her
- fate? Intellectually, I will accept responsibility, for the
- saturation bombing of Iraq is part of a wrenching decision that
- my country made openly and democratically with my full
- complicity. But can I steel my emotions? A ground war in Kuwait
- will only be worse. Can I bear to watch a TV clip of a
- 22-year-old sergeant, a former Oklahoma high school running
- back, being ripped apart by an Iraqi mine? Turning away would
- be cowardly, and a government that sanitized such gore to
- soothe domestic sensibilities would be contemptible. For if I
- cannot confront the true face of this war, if I cannot endure
- the moral burden of the bleeding and dying, then--so unlike
- with Vietnam--I will have no one to blame but myself.
- </p>
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