Vietnam Fell, and My Kooka Hurts

 ~What the hell do you know... 
~I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people
 --Sin City, Frank Miller

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn? 
--Where Have all the Flowers Gone,
Pete Seeger 

The biggest purveyors of hatred and violence
never wore combat boots or carried a rifle
--Ranger quote
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Saigon fell to the Communists 39 years ago (30 May 1975), and we do not often discuss the legacy of that conflict in everyday terms.

We seldom discuss the exploitation today of the Vietnamese workers who labor in sweatshop conditions in a nation without human rights, a nation for which my fellow soldiers fought, and ultimately abandoned.

The military was amped up in its mission to squash the threat, and as a young man Ranger's world was surrounded by and dominated by hatred and violence. Most of his fellows were enthusiastic volunteers, certainly before the endgame emerged. But what did all of that ardor gain him, his little world, or his country?

With maturity came the insight that the world has enough hatred and violence without his adding to the mix. Hatred and violence backed by a Ranger or Special Forces tab is still anger and violence.

Mostly, our attention now is turned to the new thing, the Islamic Global Jihad, or whatever the term du jour is. Certainly Bernard Lewis's "Clash of Civilizations" is too brusque, too biblical. We do not want to play it too big, but neither diminish it to a graspable size.

The United States hated Communists then much as we hate terrorists today. We even called them Communist Terrorists (CT's), so threatening did they seem to our way of life. Yet today, the Communist nations that did not fall have integrated the most usurious parts of Capitalism into an odd griffon, and we are still fighting to "bring democracy" to fallow lands, forgetting that our democracy was never imposed upon us in the first place.


We speak occasionally with a polite and well-spoken Buddhist Vietnamese restaurateur about his country (to which he occasionally returns.) During our last talk he spoke of the Vietnamese labor protesters jailed late last year for speaking out against 12-hour days with no breaks; he said he had received a You Tube of the situation which the government had taken offline, but which a friend had copied and secreted out.

He said some advocates for the jailed protesters had been trying to present their plight to President Obama, but we could find no online sign of this. Groups like Human Rights Watch however have reported the move of various factories to Vietnam once they started getting flak for their sweatshops in South America.

The thread binding Capitalists and Communists is the goal of squeezing every drop of labor from the worker, sans protection or fair remuneration. Who could better produce the cheap underwear that we love than a Communist Capitalist? Costco and Vietnam exist, cheek-by-jowl, a world apart yet joined over the cheap XXXL sweatshirts we consume without conscience.

Lisa has even encountered people who should know better -- parvenue military history department grads who, when brought to the topic, actually have the temerity to say, "Is he still on that?" when the topic of Vietnam is broached. Maybe this is because we do not like sitting with their discomfort and ignorance.

But it does not matter if a thing is uncomfortable or simply an unknown to the listener -- the waves of the actions will continue to ripple out. Whether you are in the group who are blissfully unaware of the violence done in your name, atoning for or ruing your participation, insecure because you didn't participate, or still carrying the fight, war will not fail to impact you.

It is good that we can laugh when Snooki falls drunk off her bicycle and wonders if her kooka is hurt, right? That, too, is free market capitalism at work.

Song Sung Blue

Your grass is turning black
There's no water in your well
Your spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells
--The Ballad of Hollis Brown,
Bob Dylan

And why should I call your name,
when you're to blame
for making me Blue?
--Wasted Days and Wasted Nights,
Freddie Fender

I don't think ... anywhere in history
has someone killed someone else
and something better has come out of it.
It's just ... not possible
--soldier, Gunner Palace (2004)
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If the Phony War on Terror (PWOT ©) were a song, it would definitely be a country wailer about who got the gold mine and who got the shaft.

Depending on who was singing, there would probably be the idea of "take this job and shove it", too. We know it would end badly with a plaintive refrain. Even old dogs and watermelon wine couldn't make it feel better.

Since day one the war has inspired Country Western songs; after the events of 9-11-01 we were deluged with false patriotism and "bring it on" jingoism. Ranger wonders why Toby Keith hasn't written any new ass-kicking tunes reflecting the new realities of the PWOT.

Here are some possible titles:

• The Zippo and the Koran
• Golden Showers for You
• Lock Your Children Up at Night

In the early phases of the war, General David Petraeus enigmatically asked all comers, "Tell me how this will end?"

Ranger answers, "with a sad song." The end game could actually be sung by composers in all genres: George Jones ("He Stopped Loving Her Today"); The Smiths ("I Know It's Over"); Roy Orbison ("Cryin'"); Edvard Grieg's "Hearts Wounds" and anything from the perennially sad Chris Isaaks.

These wars will produce a veritable symphony of sorrows, but we prognosticate not a commensurate cavalcade of happy tunes.