In Which The Stupidity of the Academy is Laid Bare
Just finished a very interesting book, One Bullet Away, which is a memoir of a guy, approximately my age, who enlisted in the US Marines and fought in Afghanistan and Iraq before leaving in 2004 to return to graduate school. The author, Nathaniel Fick, graduated with honors from Dartmouth College in 1998, and by all rights, should have headed into investment banking or management consulting, as he readily admits.
For some reason, which is never really made clear to the reader, he decides to chart a different course and serve his country. Of course, this decision was made before 9/11 and the War on Terror, but one of the hallmarks of enlisting in the Armed Forces, I suppose, is that you don't know what the future holds, and, enlisting during a time of peace is no guarantee that your life will not be in danger.
He describes his time after leaving the Corps:
I drifted after leaving the Corps. At age twenty-six, I feared I had already lived the best years of my life. Never agian would I enjoy the sense of purpose and belonging that I had felt in the Marines. Alist, I realized that combat had nearly unhinged me....After channeling all my energy into applying to graduate school, I got a phone call from an admissions officer: "Mr. Fick, we read your application and liked it very much. But a member of our committee read Evan Wright's story about you platoon in Rolling Stone. You're quoted as saying, 'The bad new is, we won't get much sleep tonight; the good news is, we get to kill people.'" She paused, as if waiting for me to disavow the quote. I was silent, and she went on. "We have a retired Army officer on our staff, and he warned me that there are people who enjoy killing, and they aren't nice to be around. Could you please explain you quote for me."
"No, I cannot."
"Well, do you really feel that way?" Her tone was earnest, almost pleading.
"You mean, will I climb your clock tower and pick people off with a hunting rifle?" [Ed: See here for an explanation.]
It was her turn to be silent.
"No I will not. Do I feel compelled to explain myself to you? I don't."
Now, this is probably the best demonstration of the stupidity and insularity with which academics conduct themselves. A couple of observations come to mind: (1) Marines are trained, primarily, to kill; (2) what one says in the heat of battle need not be indicative of what one will say or do in peace time, any more than a woman's ability to fend off a person trying to rape her is any indication of her strength when not threatened; (3) a person who cannot bring himself to say he looks forward to killing the enemy should not be a Marine, or, indeed, any officer of the Armed Forces.
So, here's a man who chose to serve his country at a time when his fellow classmates were working at those lucrative investment banking and management consulting jobs, and, yes, while those classmates were tearing up Manhattan, he, well, he launched a grenade at an Iraqi and blew the guy's head off. Says so right in the book. So, yes, he killed someone. But the killing he did is certainly as justifiable as the rape victim's incapacitation of her attacker.
We can either agree or disagree with the reasons why the US went to Iraq, and we can either support or disavow America's recent militarism. But to insinuate that this man is tantamount to a murderous thug for having chosen to serve his country instead of expatiating upon theoretical abstractions, as most of his demographic (including yours truly) are wont to do, well, that's repellent.
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