The war needs its fighters. As much as some fighters increasingly seem to need the war, touting their 60 kills ("It’s like hearing classical music playing in my head.") or threatening other soldiers after the murder of Iraqis ("If you say anything, I’ll kill you."), there are mothers in the America following their sons and daughters to Iraq. The AP is picking up the worst frequencies from Iraq, war fans might say, and of course so many of the soldiers over there, haggard and stressed, just want to come home, after finally securing that road or building that hospital.
Steven Green just wanted to go home alive, though he went to Iraq because he wanted to kill people. It was the morbid boredom of Iraq, he says, that got to him. "I mean, you kill somebody and it’s like, ‘All right, let’s go get some pizza.’"
Laurie-Ann Fuca, the Tucson mother in boot camp, is going to be a medic, which is a good thing. It doesn’t look like we need more killers.
The photo is by Robert Capa, "Loyalist Militiaman at the Moment of Death, Cerro Muriano, September 5, 1936."
