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Related: About this forumTales of War and Redemption - ** WARNING GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS **
Tales of War and Redemption is an essay in the Winter 2018 issue of The American Scholar written by Phil Klay.Phil Klay is a Marine veteran of the Iraq War and the author of the short story collection Redeployment, winner of the 2014 National Book Award for Fiction.
Klay struggles to reconcile the horrors he saw in Iraq with the beauty he sees in the world.
An excerpt from the essay:
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Part of why begins with my chaplain in Iraq, Patrick McLaughlin, who was beloved by all of us at TQ, our forward operating base in Anbar Province. We called him Chaps. He was a tall, affable Lutheran, always ready with a smile or a joke. His most difficult duties involved TQ Surgical, our little combat hospital, which treated Marines, soldiers, Iraqi army, Iraqi insurgents, and civilians. Given the amount of violence in Anbar Province at the time, this meant being witness to some pretty horrific things. The worst, for everybody, was seeing what war did to children.
Military triage is a cold, logical process. If theres no hope, you make the individual comfortable and move on to some other patient who might survive. But the doctors, who felt every loss keenly, would never just shove a dying person in a corner. They wanted someone to be there, caring for them until they passed. This was especially true when it came to children, and it was this responsibility that Chaps took upon himself. When there was nothing the doctors could do beyond providing morphine, Chaps McLaughlin used to hold kids in his arms and rock them gently as they died.
At first, he did this standing, or on his knees, outside the hospital. The first child was small, maybe six or seven years old, in the throes of agonal breathing, three or four respirations a minuteragged, Chaps described it to me years later in an email, gasping, tiny chest heaving, lungs expanding as the mouth gulps air as though this breath is the very last and yet its not. Chaps, a father of five, held that boy for an hour as he clung fiercely to life, his brains slowly seeping through his head, no family around to comfort him, the family unknown, perhaps dead. When my nameless little boy died, Chaps wrote me, I kissed his forehead.
For the second child, a three-year-old girl, her body tattered from an IED blast and half her face missinga sight so awful that two of the medical staff, men long inured to every kind of injury, left the hospital to vomit outsideChaps whispered calm words in her ear as a female corpsman, who had a daughter the same age, held her hand. It was after that girl passed that he asked the Seabees, a group of military engineers, to make him rocking chairs, combat rocking chairs, the corpsmen called them, with which he could rock the dying children for as long as they held on to life.
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Part of why begins with my chaplain in Iraq, Patrick McLaughlin, who was beloved by all of us at TQ, our forward operating base in Anbar Province. We called him Chaps. He was a tall, affable Lutheran, always ready with a smile or a joke. His most difficult duties involved TQ Surgical, our little combat hospital, which treated Marines, soldiers, Iraqi army, Iraqi insurgents, and civilians. Given the amount of violence in Anbar Province at the time, this meant being witness to some pretty horrific things. The worst, for everybody, was seeing what war did to children.
Military triage is a cold, logical process. If theres no hope, you make the individual comfortable and move on to some other patient who might survive. But the doctors, who felt every loss keenly, would never just shove a dying person in a corner. They wanted someone to be there, caring for them until they passed. This was especially true when it came to children, and it was this responsibility that Chaps took upon himself. When there was nothing the doctors could do beyond providing morphine, Chaps McLaughlin used to hold kids in his arms and rock them gently as they died.
At first, he did this standing, or on his knees, outside the hospital. The first child was small, maybe six or seven years old, in the throes of agonal breathing, three or four respirations a minuteragged, Chaps described it to me years later in an email, gasping, tiny chest heaving, lungs expanding as the mouth gulps air as though this breath is the very last and yet its not. Chaps, a father of five, held that boy for an hour as he clung fiercely to life, his brains slowly seeping through his head, no family around to comfort him, the family unknown, perhaps dead. When my nameless little boy died, Chaps wrote me, I kissed his forehead.
For the second child, a three-year-old girl, her body tattered from an IED blast and half her face missinga sight so awful that two of the medical staff, men long inured to every kind of injury, left the hospital to vomit outsideChaps whispered calm words in her ear as a female corpsman, who had a daughter the same age, held her hand. It was after that girl passed that he asked the Seabees, a group of military engineers, to make him rocking chairs, combat rocking chairs, the corpsmen called them, with which he could rock the dying children for as long as they held on to life.
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Tales of War and Redemption - ** WARNING GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS ** (Original Post)
Jim__
Jan 2018
OP
So you won't be whinging about people "not reading" your articles anymore?
Act_of_Reparation
Jan 2018
#11
Ferrets are Cool
(21,107 posts)1. America has war criminals walking free in our streets right now...
many of them belong to the 2000-2008 administration.
shenmue
(38,506 posts)2. What does this have to do with religion?
AtheistCrusader
(33,982 posts)4. Can't be bothered to click the link huh?
Fucking effort right?
guillaumeb
(42,641 posts)8. Quick to judge?
Revealing.
AtheistCrusader
(33,982 posts)10. Accurate judge. The question is answered by the entire article.
The excerpt in the OP is about the only part of the article NOT dripping with religious context.
Act_of_Reparation
(9,116 posts)11. So you won't be whinging about people "not reading" your articles anymore?
Good to hear.
MineralMan
(146,317 posts)5. From the link:
Go read it, please. You're betraying your absolute unwillingness to consider anything. It should be deeply embarrassing to you.
Jim__
(14,077 posts)6. Did you read the essay?
Klay tries to come to terms with the conflicts that he encounters in the light of his religion. But he also tries to address these conflicts outside of religion.
Another small excerpt:
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These days, leafing through The Big Book of Martyrs, I no longer read those stories and think of the miraculous proclamations of Gods glory as somehow waving away the harsh realities. It was the Gnostics who thought of the flesh as evil and the death of a believer as an escape from a material prison. For most Christians like me, who consider ourselves born into a universe made by God and proclaimed by Him as Good at the beginning of Creation, accepting this worlds joy is a part of our religions mission. When the German theologian Friedrich Schleiermachers only son died of scarlet fever at the age of nine, the grief-stricken father rejected calls for him to rejoice that his son was in heaven:
In the Catholic tradition, it is that very sweetness of the world, a world Pope Francis urges the faithful to accept as a joyful mystery to be contemplated with gladness and praise, that makes the loss more bitter, not less. This is the other piece of those ancient, fantastical stories I read as a childthe unfashionable, absurd, and magical way in which glory is constantly being revealed in the midst of suffering, the moments in which the clouds open, the frozen lakes waters become like a warm bath, and the one Roman guard capable of seeing this miraculous world for what it is reaches out toward joy, not pain, and in doing so joins the Forty in death.
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These days, leafing through The Big Book of Martyrs, I no longer read those stories and think of the miraculous proclamations of Gods glory as somehow waving away the harsh realities. It was the Gnostics who thought of the flesh as evil and the death of a believer as an escape from a material prison. For most Christians like me, who consider ourselves born into a universe made by God and proclaimed by Him as Good at the beginning of Creation, accepting this worlds joy is a part of our religions mission. When the German theologian Friedrich Schleiermachers only son died of scarlet fever at the age of nine, the grief-stricken father rejected calls for him to rejoice that his son was in heaven:
Regarding this world as I always do, as a world which is glorified through the life of the Redeemer and hallowed through the efficacy of his Spirit to an unending development of all that is good and Godly; wishing, as I always have, to be nothing but a servant of this divine Word in a joyful spirit and sense: why then should I not have believed that the blessings of the Christian community would be confirmed in my child as well ? Why should I not have hoped in the merciful preservation of God for him also ?
In the Catholic tradition, it is that very sweetness of the world, a world Pope Francis urges the faithful to accept as a joyful mystery to be contemplated with gladness and praise, that makes the loss more bitter, not less. This is the other piece of those ancient, fantastical stories I read as a childthe unfashionable, absurd, and magical way in which glory is constantly being revealed in the midst of suffering, the moments in which the clouds open, the frozen lakes waters become like a warm bath, and the one Roman guard capable of seeing this miraculous world for what it is reaches out toward joy, not pain, and in doing so joins the Forty in death.
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MineralMan
(146,317 posts)7. The answer to your question is undoubtedly no.
guillaumeb
(42,641 posts)9. From the article:
For most Christians like me, who consider ourselves born into a universe made by God and proclaimed by Him as Good at the beginning of Creation, accepting this worlds joy is a part of our religions mission.
I recommend that you read it. It is a very interesting story.
AtheistCrusader
(33,982 posts)3. This is a frustrating aspect of our current dislike of Trump.
'Worst President ever' glosses over the outright rape and murder of an entire country under Bush II.