As I often do on the 4th I reflect on our history
and, more specifically on those who have fallen in its honor. Some who think
they know me may be surprised but most of the others know of my deep respect
for true patriots and true honor, however earned.
Since the Vietnam War was the war of my time, I focus on
that conflict and try to understand the things I can’t. Perhaps the burning
flames of that conflagration concentrate my thoughts in a way nothing else
might.
Let me start (and end) by saying: “All War is a Crime”, by now
this must be obvious to everyone yet we go about our daily lives acting as if
this was not the case… I have no answer to this, it baffles me.
I was intimately aware of the Vietnam War insofar as I was
eligible for drafting to serve (having exhausted my student exemption)… I was reprieved
by a high draft number and escaped.
I did have to consider my options:
I could have claimed conscientious objector status, except that I would not have – I thought that fighting Hitler was justified, for example.
I could have gone to Canada, except that I couldn’t justify
that to my parents.
I knew that if I went to Vietnam, I would die… very hard to
reconcile with abject cowardice.
So I was ecstatic and grateful for the draft number that
spared me from that decision.
As a natural consequence I have been troubled by the
omnipresent moral monitor who always demands an answer: did you really do the
right thing? I usually buy her a drink and try to forget…
Literature abounds with books on war which constantly smack
me upside the head, sometimes they make movies…
In modern times there have been two movies, no, three, that
bring things to a crux for me.
Oliver Stone’s ‘Platoon’ of course, which posits they conflict
of Good and Evil sergeants to limn the way before us.
The masterful Terence Malick (James Jones) movie The Thin
Red Line that was buried by the usual sloppy, soppy Saving Private Ryan of schlockmeister
Steven Spielberg.
But there has also been another movie made more recently of “We
Were Soldiers Once and Young”. Taken from the book (memoir) of the first real
battle between the North Vietnam regulars and the US regular forces.
I need to stop here and say a few things:
First rant
I think Mel Gibson is a decent actor, not great, not
horrible but pretty good within his limited range. I don’t begrudge him the
money he has made Hollywood and good looks being what they are. But I do take
exception to his truly awful personal beliefs. I don’t mind that he’s some kind
of weird Christian fanatic but I do mind his faith-based opinions of others – I’m
sure you’ve heard them many times over. And actually I don’t even mind that he
has those beliefs: just shut the fuck up about them, please? Then we can all
get along quite nicely.
Second rant
I generally like war movies and action movies in a desultory
way. They while away the time and display manly men doing manly things in a
manly way… they go well with popcorn. But I do get annoyed by the laziness of
directors I guess. Almost always the battle scenes are just two groups of
soldiers screaming and running at each other, seemingly with no battle plan
thought out, no tactics or strategy. I realize that the 10,000 ft view can’t be
detailed and that no plan survives contact with the enemy but it annoys me that
there’s only chaos in view.
Rants over, thank you for listening.
We Were Soldiers… is a memoir by retired Lieutenant Colonel
Hal Moore and Joseph Galloway (the journalist at the battle). It is a remarkable retelling of that battle at
La Drang that went on for three days in November of 1965.
The movie is also remarkable, showing the tactics of both
LtColonel Moore and North Vietnamese commander Nguyen Huu An. Attack and
counterattack, backup plans and swift response to unexpected situations. And also
showing the gritty reality of the battle itself.
Technically speaking the Americans were outnumbered 4 to 1
but they had far superior cavalry and aircover and were able to beat back NVA
assaults. There is of course the irony of the ending when, having driven the
NVA out of La Drang valley, they leave only to have the NVA forces immediately
return.
As good a performance by Gibson as he could manage and Sam
Elliot’s turn as the crusty Sgt Major is epic.
In its own way it is an anti-war movie in that it shows the
senselessness and futility that all wars exhibit but it is also a showing of
respect and honor for those who fought and those who fell.
Well done and a credit to all involved especially Moore and
Galloway, it’s one of those things we can invoke on fourths of July.
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