| I Miss Iraq. I Miss My Gun. I Miss My War. |
| BRIAN MOCKENHAUPT - Esquire |
| A few months ago, I found a Web site loaded with pictures and videos from Iraq, the sort that usually aren't seen on the news. I watched insurgent snipers shoot American soldiers and car bombs disintegrate markets, accompanied by tinny music and loud, rhythmic chanting, the soundtrack of the propaganda campaigns. Video cameras focused on empty stretches of road, building anticipation. Humvees rolled into view and the explosions brought mushroom clouds of dirt and smoke and chunks of metal spinning through the air. Other videos and pictures showed insurgents shot dead while planting roadside bombs or killed in firefights and the remains of suicide bombers, people how they're not meant to be seen, no longer whole. The images sickened me, but their familiarity pulled me in, giving comfort, and I couldn't stop. I clicked through more frames, hungry for it. This must be what a shot of dope feels like ... |
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Point being, South-Pacific island jungle-rot and northern Europe freezing and starvation and untold other horrible experiences (not to mention trench and poison gas warfare of WW1) seem to be a considerable contrast to the more recent experiences written of so relatively favorably here.
I suspect that those who have experienced the "more nasty and "uncomfortable" aspects of "other wars" might not want to repeat it all so much. Just guessing of course.
IMnsHO