I wanted that future officer to weigh decisions with a supple mind and to be comfortable with nuance and uncertainty.
I am concerned for the security of our great Nation; not so much because of any treat from without, but because of the insidious forces working from within.
You. What is the moral difference, if
any, between the soldier and the civilian?”
“The difference,” I answered carefully, “lies in the field of civic
virtue. A soldier accepts personal responsibility for the safety of the body
politic of which he is a member, defending it, if need be, with his life.
The civilian does not.
Military intervention cannot liberate women because it is embedded within a set of assumptions, beliefs, and social relations that reinforce and reproduce gender inequality, as well as other social inequalities within and across nation-states. Military intervention depends upon a belief in the legitimacy of armed violence in resolving political problems, which in turn depends upon our adherence to particular ideas about what it means to be a man or a woman.
Veil wouldn’t make his military invincible, but it would render every other military indefensible. Veil was it. Game over, fuckholes.
Turns out I’m not so easily broken.
All they expect from you is your best effort. These Marines think that they are special. They are very well trained, very close knit, and they don’t like outsiders. If you want their respect, you will have to earn it.
Are you okay, man?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
It’s a lie. I wonder if I will ever be good again.
We live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be guarded by men with guns.
There is strong. There is Army Strong. And then there is Army Wife Strong.