Is the Worst Yet
to Come?
| by Shepherd Bliss
( December 27,
2012, Washington DC, Sri Lanka Guardian) “My God, what have we done?” combat
soldiers sometimes gasp as they see those they or comrades just killed,
especially when they include innocent children, women, and other civilians.
“We knew that we
killed them/…the terrified mother/ clutching terrified child,” writes former
Lieutenant Michael Parmeley in his poem “Meditation on Being a Baby Killer.” In
l968, Lt. Parmeley led a combat platoon in the American War on Vietnam. He
receives benefits for what is clinically described as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
(PTSD).
“My
gunner…started to cry,” Parmeley writes. “There’s a myth of recovery,/ that you
put it behind you/…but memories aren’t like that/…I know that we killed them.”
Parmeley and I
have participated in the Veterans’ Writing Group for twenty years. We attend
regular meetings, break silences, tell our stories in a healing context, and
listen without judgment. His poem appears in our book “Veterans of War,
Veterans of Peace,” (www.vowvop.org) edited by our writing teacher,
award-winning author, and former University of California Berkeley professor
Maxine Hong Kingston.
Would the best
description of what Parmeley has be a “disorder?” Or might other words be more
accurate?
“Moral injury”
is a relatively new term to refer to what veterans and others experience,
especially those who saw combat or violence. Other words that have been used
include hidden war wounds, shell shock, battle fatigue, and soldier’s heart.
“Moral injury”
places the cause on war itself. A disorder implies that something is permanently
wrong, whereas the word “injury” suggests that healing is possible. It also
indicates that the problem was created by an outside force, rather than a
mental illness or weakness from within.
“Every
generation gives war trauma a different name,” explained Korean vet Jiwon Chung
at our last vets’ meeting. “Moral injury, the latest term, de-pathologizes the
condition. If you go to war, come back, and are not the same, troubled, or
suffering, it is not because you are psychically weak, but because you are
morally strong. What you witnessed or did went against your deepest moral
convictions, violating our humanity to the core.”
Chung later
added, “That we vets suffer moral injury, despite the tremendous suffering and
anguish it brings, is actually a validation of our humanity. War is the reason
for moral injury, not any individual shortcoming. Peace, justice, and
reparation are the cures for moral injury.”
The ruthless,
recent murder of elementary students and teachers in Connecticut re-stimulates
my grief about the deaths of children in wars. I have cried for hours about the
loss of life in Newtown and what it says about us as Americans. The weapons
used by the Connecticut killer were military weapons. His killing is connected
to the ongoing murders by Americans in Afghanistan.
Parmeley
concludes his poem as follows; “A Mother and child,/ alone in a bunker,/ a war
passing over,/ right now as I speak.” Those words, which were written decades
ago, remain true today—“a war passing over”–this time in Afghanistan.
What are we
teaching our children? As the old sayings go, what goes around comes around,
you reap what you sow, and the chickens come home to roost. The wars that we
have trained people for may be coming home to the United States in more deadly
ways.
I was also a
young officer in the U.S. Army during the same years as my vet buddy Parmeley.
However, fortunately, I never made it to Vietnam. But I was raised in the
military family that gave its name to Ft. Bliss, Texas, and lived in Chile
during “the other 9/11”–Sept. 11, l973. I have been diagnosed with PTSD. I have
been treated by psychiatrists, counselors, and at vets centers.
But what has
helped me most has been the support by vets and our allies to push through
silence, shame, guilt, and feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness to speak
and write about my condition.
“Sound Shy”
entitles my essay in our book “Veterans of War, Veterans of Peace.” I suffer
from sound trauma, after being raised on loud Air Force bases around the world
where my family was stationed. Even today, decades later, certain sounds, such
as weapon-like leaf blowers, can trigger my sound trauma and bring back the
kinds of nightmarish “memories” about which Parmeley writes.
Much of my
behavior is “sound-avoidant,” seeking quietness. So I live and work on an
organic farm, away from the concentration of people, closer to plants, animals,
and the elements. I engage in what I have written about as agro-therapy—farms
as healing places.
After leaving
the military, I moved to Chile, where thousands of young people from around the
world gathered to participate in the “democratic revolution” of Pres. Salvador
Allende. Then Gen. Augusto Pinochet, supported by the U.S. government, toppled
Dr. Allende. Among those tortured and executed was my good friend Frank
Teruggi.
I survived, and
still live, nearly forty years later. But I bear what is described as
“survivor’s guilt” from that experience. Rationally, I know that it was not my
fault that Frank was tortured and executed. But why him and not me? I still
hear Frank crying out, inside.
In 2006, I
received a summons from an attorney to appear before a judge in Chile investigating
Frank’s case. I went and testified. I also visited some of the torture centers.
Though now transformed into peace parks, I could still feel the cries of those
tortured. Is that really a disorder? Or does it indicate that humans have a
natural kinship to other sentient beings and can sense their pain?
My
Post-Traumatic Stress was triggered in Chile. But the term disorder does not
seem accurate. I felt a kinship with the suffering of those tortured. I
received what would be better described as a “moral injury,” dating back to
being raised in a military family, having served in the military, and then
experiencing the loss of a buddy in my mid-twenties.
Such injuries
leave a scar and do not disappear easily. The nervous system is re-wired and
the physiology of the brain is altered, as a way to cope with them. They can
lie dormant and then be re-stimulated by present-time wounds, such as one that
I recently received. I was rejected to teach a section of a Leadership course
at Sonoma State University, which I had successfully taught for three years. A
person replacing me had never taught before or even been educated to teach.
So I am trying
to tell my story and write my way out of having these sleepless nights and
nightmares again.
Having “moral
injury” can sensitize one, making a person hyper-vigilant. Yet others become
de-sensitized to moral injury, the way they become de-sensitized to violence.
What I feel in
my body at this moment in America history is that the killing of so many young
innocent children and their teachers at Sandy Hook School, and the continuing
American War in Afghanistan, are dangerous signs for our future. The worst may
be yet to come. It’s time to wake up and focus our attention more on the
mounting problems our violence bring us here, rather than deploy so many
resources abroad.
It is not only
vets who return from war with “moral injury.” Since at least the American War
in Vietnam, the U.S. has been on a steady moral decline. Each time it invades
another country, most recently Iraq and Afghanistan, it deepens our national
“moral injury.” What might be next? Iran? Pakistan? More children here?
Shepherd Bliss
teaches college, has contributed to two-dozen books, and continues the organic
farming that he has done for the last 20 years. He can be reached at
3sb@comcast.net.
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