Meeting a Young Marine-To-Be

At
the local YMCA today, I ran into a boy who was a childhood friend of my
son's. As my kid goes to a public arts high school in Philadelphia
outside of our local school district, I don't see much of his old
grade-school friends any more. This boy, who used to be over at our
house years ago at least once a week, recognized me right away though,
and said, "Hey Mr. Lindorff, I haven't seen you in years. How's Jed!"

I
was impressed by how he'd grown up, tall and strong looking. He was
headed for the basketball court. I asked him, since both he and my son
are seniors this year, where he was applying for college, and he stunned
me by saying he had signed up for the Marines. "I'm going to be going
in after graduation," he said proudly. "The recruiter came to school,
and he convinced me it's a good move."

I asked him what he planned to do, and he said, "Helicopter gunner! I'm really excited and proud!"

This
was really shocking. This kid doesn't own a gun. I doubt if he's ever
shot at anything except maybe a target with a .22 rifle at Boy Scout
Camp, and now he's all excited about manning a machine gun in a
helicopter, where he'll be shooting down at Afghan fighters--and
inevitably at civilians, too--in a matter of months.

I
really didn't know what to say. I awkwardly told him "congratulations,"
because I could see he was proud of his "accomplishment" and because I
didn't want to have him cut me off as a possible confidante. Then I
added, "You know of course that I'm not really in favor of what the
Marines are doing?"

He smiled and said, "Yeah, I know."

"Well,
good luck and stay safe," I said, again not knowing what else to say.
How could I, standing in the hall there, tell him that he was simply
signing on to be another expendable tool in the American Empire's effort
to subdue an impoverished people on the far side of the world who pose
absolutely no threat to America? And while I don't want to see him
killing people in Afghanistan, I also want him to come home safely.

Unaware
of my conflicted state of mind, and of how upset I was at his news, he
ran off to play his game, at least for now still just another kid on a
basketball court.

I
had finished my run, so I headed for the exit to get my car and go
home, when I ran into the boy's mother and older sister, both just
coming into the building. I hadn't seen either of them in at least a
year either.

They
both greeted me and asked how my family was, and what my son's college
plans were. After I had caught them up, I said, a bit hesitantly, "I ran
into your son. He told me he's joining the Marines."

His
mother looked upset and said, "Yes. I don't know. We were going over
colleges with him, and getting ready to work on his applications, and
then he told us he wanted to enlist."

"I hear he's going to be a helicopter gunner," I said.

The
mother stiffened and looked at her daughter, a senior in college who
looked surprised, too. "He said he was going to be a helicopter
mechanic!" she said.

"Oops," I told them. "I guess I shouldn't have said anything."

"No,"
she said. "I'm going to have to talk with him. But the trouble is, if
that's what he says he's going to do, there's nothing we can do to stop
him."

Well,
maybe, and maybe not. I'd certainly try if it were my son, starting
with showing him that horrifying footage of a bloodthirsty US helicopter
crew's joke-filled slaughter of a bunch of innocent civilians in Baghdad, including two employers of Reuters. I'd also have him read the letter of apology
to the Iraqi victims' families, written by two soldiers, former Army
Specialists Josh Stieber and Ethan McCord, who had appeared in that
video because they came on the scene of slaughter at the end, and
realized what had been done was an atrocity.

But
while it may tragically be too late for my son's childhood friend, who
has already signed on the dotted line, there is something we can do to
stop more of this kind of thing from happening, and that is to protest
the actions of Marine recruiters and recruiters from the other branches
of the military in our public high schools.

The
schools have been told, thanks to a law passed by Congress, that they
must allow recruiters into high schools to speak with students and to
try to lure them into signing up. Parents have a right to have their
children's names removed from recruiting lists so they won't be
personally invited to meet with a recruiter, or get recruiting
literature sent to them, but they are still free when roaming the halls,
to go see a recruiter on their own.

The
only answer to this effort to suck our kids into service of the Empire
as more cannon-fodder is to demand, and to provide, an alternative.
Contact your local Veterans for Peace chapter (www.veteransforpeace.org) or Iraq Veterans Against War (www.IVAW.org)
and urge them to send a representative to talk to the kids at your high
school. If you're a veteran, volunteer to go yourself, and tell kids
why signing up is a bad idea. If you're not a veteran, or relative of a
veteran, get people with experience to go and tell what war is really
about, and about why it's not what America should be doing. (Colleague
John Grant, who is with VfP, says don't expect getting a
counter-recruitment presence in your high school to be easy. Most
schools only allow such speakers to go to a specific teacher's
classroom, not to an assembly session, whereas the most appropriate
thing would be to have access to match whatever the recruiters are
offered. That doesn't mean VfP or IVAW activists aren't anxious to get
access, so contact them and try to get them to the kids.)

If you want a good argument, check out this
little film which quotes Marine Brigadier General Smedley
Butler, and is addressed to parents, and particularly mothers of young
children.

Stop the propagandizing of our kids into becoming soldiers for Empire. We've had enough death and killing!