Book review: ‘Thank You for Your Service’ by David Finkel
By Andrew Bacevich
Andrew J. Bacevich teaches at Boston University. His new book is “Breach of Trust: How Americans Failed Their Soldiers and Their Country.”
Nominally a sequel to The Good Soldiers, his 2009 account of an American infantry battalion at war in Iraq, David Finkel’s new book actually serves as a perfect companion to George Packer’s recent bestseller, The Unwinding. Like Packer, Finkel examines the human detritus left in the wake of fraudulent promises and collapsed illusions. In The Unwinding, Packer contemplates the fate of those victimized by cataclysmic economic change. In Thank You for Your Service, Finkel looks at those victimized by egregious military malpractice.
The post-industrial, high-tech, information-age economy unveiled near the end of the 20th century supposedly offered a template for permanent prosperity. The Great Recession upended such expectations. Although some Americans have gotten very rich indeed, far larger numbers of ordinary citizens find themselves unemployed and unemployable. With impressive sensitivity, Packer tells their story.
Concocted at about the same time, a post-industrial, high-tech, information-age approach to waging war supposedly offered a template for assured victory. Iraq and Afghanistan have shredded such pretensions. Although some high-ranking military and civilian officials found ways to cash in, far larger numbers of ordinary soldiers (and their families) suffered, many of them grievously. In painful, intimate and at times almost voyeuristic detail, Finkel tells their story.
More specifically, Finkel, a reporter with The Washington Post, attends to what he calls the “after war.” His concern is with the soldiers who return from the war zone bearing wounds — and with the loved ones on whom those wounds also become imprinted. Above all, he is concerned with wounds that may not be fully visible: the post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), traumatic brain injury and related conditions that affect roughly a half-million younger veterans. Make that a half-million and counting.
To translate this disturbing statistic into flesh and blood, Finkel checks in on some of the soldiers featured in his previous book. What he finds is anger, anxiety, shame, depression, guilt, sleeplessness, self-abuse, spousal abuse, child abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse and suicidal tendencies, sometimes acted on, sometimes not. Shouting matches, crying jags and bizarre behavior along with guns and two-pack-a-day smoking habits abound, but not much in the way of useful therapy. Of one soldier, Finkel writes: “He began to take sleeping pills to fall asleep and another kind of pill to get back to sleep when he woke up. He took other pills, too, some for pain, others for anxiety. He began to drink so much vodka that his skin smelled of it, and then he started mentioning suicide.”
Apart from an astonishing facility for prescribing medication — one of Finkel’s protagonists is “taking forty-three pills a day for pain, for anxiety, for depression, for nightmares” — the Army has made little apparent headway in caring for this torrent of tormented souls. To judge from Finkel’s description, the assistance rendered has been erratic, bureaucratic and ineffective, with soldiers not so much treated as processed. Just to gain entrance into one of the Army’s Warrior Transition Battalions (WTB), a troubled soldier needs to collect 39 separate sets of initials from 39 different offices, not all of them adequately staffed or open for business. As a further prerequisite for admission, soldiers must sign a “Contract for Safety.” Apparently assuming that the people signing the contract are coherent, rational and in full command of their faculties, the text reads in part, “I will not intentionally harm myself or others and if I have thoughts about harming myself or others I will contact my Chain of Command immediately.”
It isn’t quite that simple. Finkel writes that one soldier, upon admission into a WTB, duly “met with a case manager, the chaplain, the pharmacist.” Procedurally, the right people were all on the case. “He got occasional counseling and was prescribed the twelve medications that would be mentioned in the post-suicide medical report. He also attended suicide awareness training and was given a laminated card on how to recognize the signs of suicidal behavior, which was found tucked into his wallet after he was pronounced dead.”
An institution designed to dole out death and destruction possesses little inherent aptitude for dealing with severe psychological or emotional distress. Why should we be surprised? Testifying to that lack of aptitude, the number of soldiers taking their lives has reached epidemic proportions. In Washington, Gen. Peter Chiarelli, the Army’s second most senior officer, made it his personal mission to stem this epidemic. Here was a problem that was going to get sustained, four-star attention. Yet Finkel’s characterization of the general’s ensuing campaign illustrates the difficulty the Army faces in grappling with the problems of the “after war.”
Charged with explaining the inexplicable, nervous subordinates tried their best to make the boss happy. They submitted lengthy reports. They documented attendance at suicide-awareness training. They confirmed that the deceased had received the requisite laminated cards. When preparing for Chiarelli’s show and tell, they fretted over the appearance of their briefing slides, hoping that form might conceal the absence of serious content. In place of solutions, they offered bromides. “Increase suicide prevention classes,” they suggested. “Continue improvements in leader communication.” “Encourage the use of a battle buddy among warriors.” In effect, try harder.
Chiarelli’s innovation was to require detailed accountability for every soldier-suicide. He made it his business to find out what happened and why. In regularly scheduled videoconferences, he pressed commanders not only to explain specific incidents but also to identify “lessons learned” for broader application.
Chiarelli retired in 2012, having come nowhere close to accomplishing his self-assigned mission. Credit him for wanting to do the right thing. But as Finkel makes abundantly clear, between intentions and outcomes a yawning gap exists.
Readers of “Thank You for Your Service” might wonder if Chiarelli and his fellow generals have been barking up the wrong tree. Rather than trying to exorcise the demons that beset individual soldiers, senior officers would do well to focus on a prior question: Where exactly do the demons come from? As if in passing, Finkel offers one plausible explanation. “Soldiers with repeated deployments are more likely to commit suicide.”
So why does the Pentagon order troops to return to combat zones again and again, with so little time to recover and recuperate between deployments? The answer is clear: Because a relatively small Army configured to fight short wars that it confidently expected to win has found itself fighting interminably long, unwinnable wars. Do the math. We’ve got too much war for too few warriors.
Reducing the incidence of PTSD and suicide among the soldiers they profess to care about will require two things of general officers. First, they will need to recover their ability to achieve prompt and conclusive victory in wars that absolutely must be fought. Second, they will need to do a better job of persuading their political masters to avoid needless wars that can’t be won. It’s what generals exist to do: achieve battlefield success and provide cogent advice to policymakers.
In recent years, of course, senior military leaders have manifestly fallen short on both counts, with soldiers paying the price for their failure. Should that failure persist — should our too-small Army once again become mired in a too-long war — then only a single option would remain for easing the burden on U.S. troops. That option would entail expanding the force, inviting the American people to share in the sacrifices currently exacted of only the few volunteering to serve.
That, too, would constitute an admission of a failure to which American generals have contributed. That failure finds expression in a deeply perverse and thoroughly dishonest relationship between soldiers and society. The hackneyed phrase providing the title for Finkel’s fine book exquisitely captures the hypocrisy pervading that relationship. The travails of those whose suffering he recounts give us a glimpse of the costs incurred and of who pays them.
Andrew J. Bacevich teaches at Boston University. His new book is Breach of Trust: How Americans Failed Their Soldiers and Their Country.
Phi Beta Iota: We care deeply about the mistreatment of our serving uniformed and civilian personnel. In 2005 Jim Clapper refused to engage with the most simple of concepts, “cognitive dissonance.” When strategic “leaders” demand of their good-hearted soldiers the daily repetitive commitment of what can only be called war crimes (Fallujah and Abu Ghraib as well as all of CIA's drone and rendition and torture activities, for example), it is we who are killing our own. Veterans, soccer moms, and very angry very smart young people are going to elect the next president. That person is going to be a kick-ass teller of truth who forms a coalition such as America has never seen before. We pray for that day, for the restoration of intelligence with integrity to the highest levels (basest mediocrities) of our government. We are NOT giving up on America the Beautiful and the idea that was once the Republic — “an educated citizenry is a nation's best defense.” What we have now is a drugged up dumbed down unemployed mob. All it will take is a spark. The conditions for revolution in the USA are vastly broader and deeper than anywhere else in the world for the simple reason that America achieved the vision, and then lost it when John F. Kennedy was assassinated by his own government (with George Bush Senior as the CIA lead on the ground in Dallas) and Lyndon Baines “Remember the USS Liberty” Johnson led the cover-up. From that day forward the median income and lifetime benefits of the middle class — which includes the stalwart blue collar master class — began to decline, and every president since then has been a pimp for Wall Street.
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