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Greetings! You are reading an article from The Mudville Gazette. To reach the front page, with all the latest news and views, click the logo above or "main" below. Thanks for stopping by! November 14, 2004 The Last Melting PotByI’m in Germany, he’s in Iraq. Some years ago we lived in Korea. Our children have traveled more than we, since we’ve been in Europe. So this struck home, as they say. Yes, exactly. I have to wonder if the academic and media elitists who sneer at the "provincials" in the "red states" have any conception of those kinds of life experiences, much less the effects that they've had on veterans, their families, and their friends. The level of sneering directed South (or East, from the Left Coasters) over the last few days seems to indicate a considerable ignorance as to just how much international knowledge and experience the 'red staters' really have. I'd add another fact that those same elites might be uncomfortable with: a large number of GI's have married natives of those foreign countries, and lived all over the world throughout their careers, and raised children of mixed parentage who in turn join the military and start the process again. What you usually end up with on or near military installations everywhere is a hodgepodge of nationalities, individuals with a vast collective knowledge of the earth and its peoples and cultures, (reality, not theory) and classrooms full of children for whom "race" is an abstract and who likely have more real world experience than their teachers. There is a difference between veiwing a culture as a tourist and actually experiencing it. Posted by / November 14, 2004 7:12 PM | Permalink 2 TrackBacksMrs. Greyhawk over at Mudville Gazette wonders how it is that the red-staters are the ones thought of as provincial, given that red-staters are disproportionately military folk who have seen quite a bit of the world. This rings true with me... [cont... Read More This Vodkapundit post brings up a great perspective shift in the Red vs Blue state debate and also notes that "the reader comments added to my post just below are a facinating read. Many of them are first-person accounts of Read More 4 Comments |
November 26, 2010America@war [Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit. That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary. From their about page:
"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation: The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism. Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented. I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are. "Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result. Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web... And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed. The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down. But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:
Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down. If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real. And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale. We've already made history, it's time to save it. (More to follow...) Posted 4:02 PM | Permalink |
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Thank you, Mrs. Greyhawk.
My fiance just got home from a 1-year call-up by the Army and throughout his deployment, he's been thrilled and relieved at how easily I accepted everything he's had to go through and what's been required of me being the one "at home" and taking care of business.
Having been born and raised in the military (Air Force) had everything to do with that. Military life isn't easy, but it's got its rewards. And those rewards don't come without a price.
You spelled out quite nicely how "different" we are. Many of us our quite worldly, but we've had so many hard knocks the last thing we'd think of would be to stick our noses up in the air about it (g).
I grew up an "Air Force Brat". As a kid I remember Black, Phillipino, American Indian, Japanese, Korean, & a whole slew of other types of kids as friends & aquantances. We all went to the same churches for the most part too. Prejudice didn't really raise it's head, until I went to school in the deep south in the mid 70's. I've been back since & it's not as bad now . but it was palpable & went both ways back then. I couldn't really understand it. Having travelled to over five foreign countries since, you realize people are pretty much the same; everyone wants someone to love and have a safe place to raise their kids. Cultures may be different, but most people are the same. Keep supporting your husband and know ya'll are in our thoughts allways.
My pops was an Air Force Pilot, Double hernias grounded him in fighter training for Vietnam, so they sent him (and us) to Jerusalem to fly UN bigwigs around until we hastily departed in '67. We lived in an apartment with Arab neighbors on the Jordanian side of town...While I agree some of the military in red states has 'been around', to claim the preponderance of red staters isn't provencial is stretching the truth beyond what any silly putty can maintain... I've got relatives in Jackson, Miss. West Virginia, Tennessee, Texas and Colorado. Believe me, there is a backward slant to their thought processes that takes a little modifyin' on my part, having grown up with West Coast ideals as a norm....
Scott: "to claim the preponderance of red staters isn't provencial is stretching the truth"
I would accept your statement if you dropped the word "red". The preponderance of Americans are provencial, it is more the self-centered elitism of the upper echelon "blue staters" that allows them to project their own traveled cosmopolitan experiences on all in their domain. It is exactly this conceptual disconnect with the average American that continues the marginalization of the Democrat Party.
As much as the "left" deride the "mindless, bigotted military" they continually miss that it is the single greatest example of succesful integration and meritocracy in the US. I would be interested in seeing statistics of multi-ethnic families in the military compared with the population at large. Far from just the "war bride" factor, I can say without a doubt I regularly see more cross-cultural couples among natual Americans on base than I do in town.