NEW YORK, Jan. 6 — Charlie Rangel, the Harlem Democrat, was talking about bringing back the draft the other night, and as he spoke he seemed to make more and more sense, which is sometimes unusual in today’s politics.
FIFTY YEARS AGO, Rangel walked out of town and went right in the Army, joined it to serve his country in a war very few remember fought in a place that has jumped right back into the headlines: Korea.
“I don’t understand some of these guys,” Rangel was saying, referring to so many of these phony tough guys who sit alongside him in Congress. “They keep saying, ‘We’ve got to go get Saddam right now. Hit him hard. Teach him a lesson.’ But they never answer the question, whose kids are going to end up doing the fighting? Not theirs. That’s for sure.”
Naturally, there aren’t enough votes to restore the idea of a draft. And if it appeared that the outcome was even close, there would be riots in those pleasant, white suburbs where parents regard their sons and daughters as national treasures not to be wasted on outfits like the Army or the Marine Corps.
PRIMED FOR WAR
On Thursday, a young guy I’ve known since he was born left for Ranger School at Fort Benning in Georgia. His name is Joe Goodwin. He went to Harvard, where he lit up every classroom with his brilliance. After graduation, he decided to return the favor he was granted when he was given citizenship at birth. So he enlisted, just like Rangel did all those years before, flew through basic training, did extremely well in Officer Candidate School, volunteered for the Rangers and now figures that his name will soon be on a ticket punched for the desert.
His mother and father are proud. And worried. They are like a lot of other parents of young guys — young women as well — who proudly wear the uniform of the United States of America. They sit there today, wondering what’s going on.
Sure, they know that Iraqi strongman Saddam Hussein is evil personified. But the parents are of an age where they recall life for the nearly five decades when we successfully contained the Soviet Union. Unlike this punk Saddam, Josef Stalin, Nikita Khrushchev, Leonid Brezhnev and the other paranoid nut cases who ran Russia had numerous weapons of mass destruction literally at their fingertips. But we waited them out, spent them into oblivion, contained them and then watched as the wall between East and West Berlin fell.
Now we are again engaged in a war. It’s a world war, but the enemy doesn’t wear identifiable uniforms or march in regimental strength. Unfortunately, we ignored this enemy for too long. We figured oceans and billions spent for defense ensured our safety and survival.
Well, we were wrong. There are plenty of people who hate us for who we are and what we have more than they despise or disagree with what we think or what faith we practice. And, simply put, they have to be tracked down and taken off the roster. How will punching our way into Baghdad help accomplish the goal of locating and eliminating those who are quite eager to come here and kill us?
The Middle East and too much of the rest of the world have become a breeding ground for anti-American sentiment. The first bombing run over Baghdad and our first incursion into Iraq will provide these lunatics with a recruiting program Osama Bin Laden could only dream about.
PAYING THE PRICE
And guess who pays the price? Women like Arelis Checo, Steven Checo’s mom. A week ago, there was a funeral Mass in Mother Cabrini Church in Washington Heights for young Checo, who was a sergeant in the Marine Corps when he was killed in Afghanistan last month. He was 22, a proud and noble enlisted man serving the nation.
That’s what Rangel was talking about when he was so angry about all these tough guys who can’t wait to get on TV to holler that we have to kill Saddam now. No waiting. Do it now. And, by the way, let’s whack these North Korean imbeciles while we’re at it. Then we’ll get back to the task at hand, hammering the demented disciples of Bin Laden.
Sounds great, doesn’t it? The good guys winning it all; except things don’t always work that way in real life.
The truth is that reality doesn’t always have a happy ending. War isn’t a video game or a quick, bloodless exercise where our overwhelming power guarantees a lasting peace. It means dead Americans, funerals, casualty lists and a military filled with honorable volunteers fighting and dying for a country where we rush toward a three-, four- or five-front war without really discussing the merits or the meaning.
The President of the United States has sincere beliefs and great determination, but he has yet to tell people like Charlie Rangel, Arelis Checo, Joe Goodwin and the rest of us where we’re headed, and why.