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Some of the photographs are quite beautiful, too. The abhorrent pictures are limited to a few "galleries", and most of them are over a year old. I suspect they are the work of a single, immature, infantryman with a computer.
Sick humor always accompanies war. It's the only way some people have to cope. My father was a casualty control officer in Korea, and the way the people in casualty control coped was with heavy drinking, chain smoking, and sick humor. They cracked jokes about everything, and American body parts were not spared the gross humor shown to the Korean body parts. My father was a little older and more serious-minded than his subordinates, and instead of making jokes, he hid behind his paperwork duties.
Dad came out of Korea severly depressed, smoking 4-6 packs of cigarettes and sometimes drinking upwards of a quart of hard liquor every day. After he got back to the States, he sobered up and got treatment with one of the new tricyclic antidepressants. He wasn't able to talk about his experiences at all until the last five years or so of his life.
Vietnam gave us similar stories; Vietnam movies touch on it a little, but most people only remember the soundtracks to the movies. For the first time, in the age of the Internet, we're getting a chance to see this up close and personal. Redneckery isn't producing these atrocities; the lust for war on the part of our leaders is.
This isn't M*A*S*H, and these soldiers aren't Hawkeye and Trapper. The situation is about as grim as can be imagined, and it's worse by far for the Iraqis. Most of the "grunts", the under-supplied, badly trained, and poorly-supported infantry soldiers, are going to require a lot of "attention" when they come back home.
I'm inclined to cut even the worst of the wise-asses a break. They are the luckless cannon fodder neglected by the Department of Defense and forgotten by God. Only the Iraqis have it worse; and unlike most of us here, these soldiers get to see it up close. And hear it in stereo. And smell it, and taste it, as the splattered blood and body tissue gets into their very pores. Certainly some of them make ugly jokes about it -- for the most part, it's laughing to keep from crying. It happens in every war.
If you're looking for answers, for someone to be held accountable, at least that search will be easy. The trail of blood, body parts and dishonor leads directly to the office of the President.
--p!
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