Ranger Against War Story Project

Alter Kocker

2010-12-31T05:13:00.000-08:00

--You still think hes in there [the outhouse]?
--Yeah, he's in there.
--Well he's holding onto his shit like it was money
--The Unforgiven (1992)

Well, I'll be damned. It's the gentleman guppy.
You know, he's like a turd that won't flush.
--Waterworld (1995)

Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
--Third World Man, Steely Dan

Why, oh, why
Did this have to happen?
--Why, Oh, Why?, Psychostick
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Ranger isn't much one for high falutin language, so he's given a cultural piece to stand as metaphor for things that are wrong in the world. The episode seems emblematic of something troubling brewing in the American psyche, as George W. Bush might say.

There are some stories that are so disgusting they must be shared. This report originated while Ranger was communing with nature in the Futureworld waterless urinal at the Mayo Clinic (his original mission was to wash his hands after delivering a gallon of piss to the laboratory for heavy metals testing):

Separated by one thin divide was a toilet stall from which emanated startlingly violent blasts of anal expulsions that would lead to an elevation of alert status if they were heard by a Transportation Security Administration bomb expert. But that is not the story.

The story is that the blastee was on the cell phone during this transformative experience describing the large and great lunch that he had eaten at some indiscriminate earlier moment. He was musing upon the excellence of the thing which led to the current offense. Freud would have something to say about both releasing and retaining the excremental remains of the meal.

So why share this? Why subject other to this episode?

Ranger can't help but wonder from where we have come and where we are going as a race and as individuals on this last day of 2010, a truly awful decade for the U.S. Do we really feel compelled to communicate while shit is blasting from our anal sphincter? Forgive me, but this is beyond my comprehension, truly unfuckingbelievable. TMI.
And yes, the urinal was waterless.

Not Me

2008-03-24T11:14:00.000-07:00

War has always had
a cost someone has to pay.
Just who and when will vary
from day to bloody day.

You hear, "We're at war!"
and the patriotic sighs
and watch with fascination
someone else go off to die.

It's to keep us safe and sound.
Can't those traitors see?
Its for freedom and to keep driving
a swanky SUV.

And four thousand dead
is not a lot to bear.
We don't fight them here
we fight them over there.

And those wounded in the head,
just keep them from our sight.
It's all worth it in a war
when the cause is in the right

And we don't have to worry,
no calls for sacrifice.
We fight on borrowed money
and leave our kids to pay the price.

So, Iraq has alway been
a cost someone has to pay.
Just who and when will vary.
But not me friend, no not today.

--Chris Christiansen

A Soldier's Prayer

2008-03-07T09:57:00.000-08:00

Teresa Stone says her poem, A Soldier's Prayer, "was written over several months at the end of 2007 into 2008. Vashtie is my middle name and I am a US Army veteran."

In this poem she prays to retain her own peace and humanity, "Yet the guilt still fights to sway / Me away from a fragile sanity," and wonders, "Yet fear all will be stained / By the hell I cannot leave behind."

Thanks, Teresa, for your service and your poem. Please stay sane.

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A Soldier's Prayer
by Vashtie

I'm on my way to another land
To fight for what others say I must
Sent off with waves and a marching band
I struggle not to cry as I wipe the dust
From my eyes, now losing sight of you

Your smile goodbye burns in my mind
Your loving touch, my lips on yours
Give me the strength to find
The courage to serve these many tours
Then return quickly and safely to you

I pray, oh Lord, I pray
That I have the courage to be afraid
Of the things that make me human
To face those fears each day
With strength and valor from within

The miles grow between us each day
But my heart remains strong and true
To the thought of you and a future day
When I can return whole, complete to you
And find the life I've left behind

Your eternal love makes me strong
A picture of you always in sight
Your closeness, your touch I long
For in the middle of the lonely nights
As I cling to the hope of you and us

I pray, oh Lord, I pray
That I have the courage to be afraid
Of the things that make me human
Help me face those fears each day
With strength and valor from within

While the battle rages outside and within
I pray that the ones I kill are the enemy
And not the innocents who struggle to win
Their way of life, their destiny
Now interrupted by weapons of arrogance

With blood on my hands I can't deny
The look, the fear in their eyes
I hold my breath, try not to cry
And pray, reaching up to the skies
That peace will come soon and stay

I pray, oh Lord, I pray
That I have the courage to be afraid
Of the things that make me human
I endeavor to face those fears each day
With strength and valor from within

I ache to stay alive and see you again
That you'll love me just the same
And though I've taken a life
Not judge me too harsh or blame
Me for what I had to do.

My fallen comrade's face
Haunts me day and night
I stay strong as I race
With all my heart and might
To avenge this hero's death

I pray, oh Lord, I pray
That I have the courage to be afraid
Of the things that make me human
I struggle to face those fears each day
With strength and valor from within

I did what I had to do
In this land so far away
This I know to be true
Yet the guilt still fights to sway
Me away from a fragile sanity

The end of my tour is near
I'm excited. I'm afraid
I long for all I hold dear
Yet fear all will be stained
By the hell I cannot leave behind

I pray, oh Lord, I pray
That I have the courage to be afraid
Of the things that make me human
I journey on to face those fears each day
With strength and valor from within

How can I make the transition
From warrior to peaceful citizen
How can I turn such an imposition
Into a truth without criticism
Without your love to keep me strong

Take me back with open arms
Help me see the good despite the bad
Help me heal and do no harm
And turn my tears to ones of joy now sad
This is my prayer to you.

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(Though Ms. Stone didn't serve in the current Iraq or Afghanistan conflicts, she was was on active duty during Gulf War I and served two tours in Korea. As an interesting aside, her great-great grandfather, Wallace Bruce, was a Civil War veteran and world-renowned poet who wrote poems for military units "for a variety of ceremonial reasons - the unit was standing-down, an anniversary, a medal awarded, etc."

In her own words, "The poem is genuine, the feelings expressed are genuine and real and my hope is that it will touch not just soldiers but allow those who don't go off to war - especially the ones we're engaged in now - to know just what it costs someone to have to do so. This war was engaged in with complete disregard to the sacrifice of so many brave, and often too-young, people." )

Disappointed Veteran

2008-01-09T14:19:00.000-08:00

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I feel what I have to say is rather negligible. I am a veteran, married to a veteran, and mother of a veteran.

Our families (my husband's and mine) have had someone in practically every armed conflict in American history. We are mostly blue collar folks and patriotic in the old fashioned way: serve, but verbally blast the government at the same time if they screw up. I am religiously what sometimes disdainfully is described as a secular humanist, afflicted with inconvenient bouts of mysticism.

In 2003, I built what I call The Walk of the Fallen Iraq War Memorial Labyrinth in my town to honor and serve the men and women dying in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. My sense of outraged justice, and a spiritual thing harder to describe drove me to this act of physical labor and mental anguish.

But the real reason I write today? None of that. . . not for the dead now that I appeal, but for the living. Since WWII America has prided herself on the mercy of not sending a family's final son into a war zone. Well, the bean counting MBA-educated rulers of the military now have "rotation schedules" that neatly avoid that piece of humanism. They send married couples with children to the SAME war zone. They don't care, in other words, if they orphan those children.

I got out of the Army in 1979 rather than pursue my desired military career because they began demanding what they called a "parenting plan," in which you would send your children so they could then deploy both of you to nasty places. I could not, in good conscience, do that to my kids.

But today, Jan 9th, a young couple I know left for Iraq -- leaving a toddler and infant behind, perforce military demands for both of them. They are bound for the very same base in the very same combat zone. They could conceivably die side by side on the very same day. Bonus? The mother's unit lacks funds, so although she goes to a base that receives mortar fire routinely, she gets NO body armor.

Supporting the troops, right? Children can't vote and have no advocates. . . and the military doesn't care if they have no parents left, either. I hope my pagan friends are right; I hope there are pissed off Goddesses out there!

--by Labrys

Welcome -- Having Your Say

2007-12-27T21:08:00.000-08:00

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Many people want to speak out about the events in Iraq and Afghanistan, but don't know how. They question the legitimacy of their voice and they do not know if anyone will hear them.

This is your sounding board. You don't need a pedigree to share here -- just a thoughtful, reasoned response to the United State's military actions since 2003. Think of it as your own Town Hall.

I hope for many different voices, from many places, stateside and abroad. Any view is valid and welcome, as long as it is thoughtful and in the spirit of civil dialog.

If you know someone who is not wired, please pass along our address.

The rules are simple:

Say who you are, what you think and why you think it, up to 500 words. It can be as personal or as disinterested as you like.

Relevant artwork and poetry are also welcome. Submissions may be edited for grammar and length. If you don't want your name published, use a pseudonym.

We are looking for original content. Your truth. If your piece has been published elsewhere, let us know so that we can recognize that.

For your efforts, we offer a free Ranger Against War bumper sticker (below) so you can display your dismay, if you are of a mind to do so. Send a #10 business sized SASE to the address below.

I have a thought to take this to a wider audience, and possibly to publish it in another format, if it catches on. With that in mind, you would surrender your exclusive copyright to your submissions, so submit with that in mind. If you want your real name used in such an eventuality, but do not want it published on the blog, let me know and I will honor your confidentiality.

Make your submissions to: lisa@rangeragainstwar.com, subject line: Submissions.

If you do not have a scanner and would like to submit a graphic, or would prefer to mail your writing, the address is P.O. Box 3674, Tallahassee, FL 32315. Please send a copy, as entries will not be returned.

We will see where this goes.