Why I Teach

 

 A few months after US Troops took Baghdad, one of my former Military History students (Campbell U. Class of 2003) gave me the opportunity and indeed the distinct privilege to appreciate why I teach.  I thought you might be interested.

 

Below (with his permission and edited slightly to protect his privacy) is his initial e-mail to me requesting advice for dealing with an extremely painful and personal experience of one of his friends now serving his country in combat in Iraq. It is followed by my imperfect response. During the course of writing my response I also learned something about myself.

 

From: jj@xxx.com

To: "sealsrest" <sealsrest@juno.com>

Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2003 13:42:10 -0400

Message-ID: <BAY3-DAV59vDOTU9rAJ0000c8a7@hotmail.com>

 

Captain Slattery,

    I hope this e-mail finds you well.  I took your Military history class last year in the fall.  I have since been commissioned and will depart soon for training, I am quite excited.

    I am writing you because of the experience you possess.  I was honored to have taken a class with someone who had been through so much.  Often we read of things and hear of things on t.v., but it is always veiled with a sense of fiction because we are so detached.  One of my longtime friends who enlisted about the same time as me, is deployed to Iraq.  While leading a patrol he encountered an armed Iraqi in civilian clothes.  He got a bead on him and told him to drop his weapon, the Iraqi proceeded to raise his weapon in a threatening manner and my friend shot him.  His patrol witnessed the event and his command stands behind his decision, however he is battling the psychological effects of having killed a man.  He wonders what if I would have waited, maybe he would have put it down, etc.  To complicate matters the Iraqi did not die instantly.  He is plagued by bad dreams and doubt, and his parents have asked me to write him. 

    If you have any advice that I could pass on to him or any recommendation for how to compose the letter, I would be very grateful.

 

Sincerely

JJ

 

 

From: "sealsrest" <sealsrest@juno.com>

   To:  jj@xxx.com

Sent: Sunday, June 08, 2003 3:20 PM

Subject: Re: From an old student

JJ: Good to hear from you. I envy your privilege to serve our Nation in these very difficult times.

 

 I hesitate to give advice on dealing with such a personal and painful experience. How can anyone fully appreciate your friend's torment? But he should know that he really had little choice in the matter. His obligation as a patrol leader was to lead & protect his troops. Situations like the one you described require a split second life or death decision. A potential enemy raises his weapon- what do you do - especially after you've given him a command he fails to heed. You simply react to survive and accept the results. Second guessing helps little. What if your friend had hesitated and the Iraqi killed one of your friend's men? From my perspective that result would have been even harder to live with - and the second guessing of a much harsher nature would be even more painful.

 

 I've second guessed myself too- still do even to this day. Someone might ask a question like the one you poised and long since repressed memories of Vietnam surface again. But what was done can't be changed -only learned from. The times we live in will require young men like yourself and your friend to make those difficult split second life or death decisions - now ever more often. Your civilian contemporaries will never understand that kind of responsibility - nor appreciate the circumstances that required you to act as you did. Perhaps with time the pain and horror of the event will ease a bit but it will never go away. Your friend can only decide to accept what he can't change and try to move on.

 

 That said I have one possible suggestion that I found has helped me. Write what happened down in as vivid detail as possible. Then put it away for a long while. Over time in rereading the description and adding additional details as they surface the event starts to form and begin to move outside your head and your soul. Gradually it can be viewed more objectively. One begins to accept what can't be changed.  Talking about it with friends helps too- especially if they're former brothers in arms or past teammates. Then years later talk with others who appear interested. That seems to help too.

 

It's also why I teach.

 

 Good luck to you and your friend.  Capt S.