America doesn’t want soldiers. It wants Warrior Monks. Sterile, selfless men who can function in the string-theory dimension that exists between Policy, Expectation, and Reality. America doesn’t get warrior monks. It gets men.
Men aren’t selfless. Men have needs. And wants. They wrestle with these things – pressing and instinctive things – to do the dirty jobs they are asked to do. Not just the glorious ones – the high profile missions the Media can sell back to the world and say Look at how great America is! They do the ugly ones.
Hollywood doesn’t show the scout-sniper pissing and shitting in his pants for three days. They show him pulling a trigger.
Nobody wants to talk about the divorce rate.
What drives a man when someone else is raising his kids? Fucking his wife? Living in his house? What drives a man beyond sleep and food and pain? Beyond humiliation? Alienated from a society that has no idea what to think about his calling?
That calling . . . that thing he does . . .
Nobody duct-tapes their blood type to their boot working at Kinkos.