I am a United States Marine. A former Marine, anyway. I served in Iraq in 2003, during the invasion and its immediate aftermath. Like a couple of others above, I am also sorry that the family of this young man did not want these photos published, but I think these photos must be published.
I am angry about this war. I am angry about the reasons for which it was ostensibly fought, I am angry about the way it has been conducted, and - maybe more than anything else - I am angry about the way that the American public has been sheltered from it.
When Americans went to war in the Second World War, GM stopped making cars and started making tanks, sugar disappeared from the markets, and meat went from being a staple to a rationed, once-a-week indulgence. Every American suffered in World War II. When I went to war in 2003, nothing changed in the US. And in a way, that's amazing. America can field the world's finest combat force and the people at home can eat Skittles and Subway sandwiches and buy trucks like nothing out of the ordinary is happening. But that is wrong.
When a republic fights a war, every citizen of that country should feel it. War is horrible. War is disgusting, and we should be reminded of that every day that Americans are carrying arms overseas, so that we may fight as few wars as possible.
I probably sound self-righteous and I am sorry about that. I try not to get on a soapbox about Iraq and I try not to mention it much if I can help it. But the fact that some Americans want to hide from the acts that are being done in their names overseas really upsets me. If you don't want to see Lance Corporal Bernard dying on the front page of the
Times, don't complain to the Times. Complain to your Congressman.