Dreams of Frustration
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow
--Dreams, Edgar Allen Poe
You will be required to do wrong
no matter where you go.
It is the basic condition of life,
to be required to violate your own identity
--Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Philip K. Dick
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool
--The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot
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In the dreams, an inadequate Ranger-to-be is tossed out of his ROTC training due to some unperceived inadequacy despite the reality of his being a Distinguished Military Graduate who chose Infantry as his guaranteed first choice. There are weapons failures and incorrect ammunition, events which never occurred in his reality.
Then there are the "inability" dreams in which he cannot perform his required duties. Despite being Airborne, a Ranger and fully branch-qualified, the dreams reek of frustrated ineffectiveness. Often, he awakes whimpering ... what is this about?
Though in the dreams he second-guesses his abilities, his nation behaved as though it never did. Do his dreams of impotence mirror his frustration about functioning well within an ineffectual situation? Is Ranger serving as proxy for the government manque he served? Do his dreams attempt restitution or atonement for an irredeemable situation?
What if in fact the Army is the ineffective agent, and Ranger's being swallowed by quicksand is his subconscious recognition of this? The title effective cannot be bestowed upon a war that killed 58,000 and wounded more than 300,000 to absolutely no benefit for anyone or anything, to include the lizards (we joked that even a dead lizard accounted for a "kill", and kill ratios meant success, right?)
By his reckoning, the war was predicated upon an NVA PT boat attack upon a U.S. Destroyer, an event which may or may not have happened; our generation's "Remember the Maine". Imagine the absurdity of a country that went to war after a massive attack on its naval fleet launching a war two decades later over a PT boat incident that did not produce even one casualty on either side.
The field of Ranger's dreams was a war that was not just, proportional or rational, in any event. Ranger's dreams were born of this frustrated event. The dreams indict a generation of faulty institutional thought and strategic assumptions.
He is certain the dreams will endure until taps are played, such is the harvest of a misbegotten seed in the mind of a young soldier.
Labels: dreams, nightmares, terror sweats, vietnam war












