Answer Me This
About a month ago, my wife introduced me to something called Yahoo! Answers, a new site where Yahoo! users post questions to which they want answers. Other Yahoo! users respond, sometimes appropriately, sometimes inappropriately (or not at all).
I have found the site to be extremely addictive, but also a bit brain-numbing, in terms of some of the stupidity that abounds out there.
No, by “stupidity” I am not referring to simple ignorance–not knowing something. To me, “stupidity” refers to, 1. Asking a question which implies a desired answer, or 2. Asking a question merely meant to provoke.
As an example of the latter, take this “question” from the Military section of the Answers website:
“Why don’t more people desert the U.S. military?”
Following the question, the asker posted a more detailed explanation which made her point of view and desire for attention abundantly clear:
“I know, the numbers are rising in an incredible speed, giving that those deserters don’t want to fight for Bush’s personal interests anymore and have a problem with raping, murdering and torturing innocent people. Finally someone who listens to their conscience, instead of following blindly a fascist leader. God bless you all and I hope you know that all peaceloving people are supporting you!”
Ah yes, a very insightful question praising deserters from the U.S. military. A question that doesn’t really ask anything out of a desire to learn…a question that merely seeks to provoke.
Provocation can be a good thing, don’t get me wrong. But really, on a website such as this, what the heck does this person expect to “get” out of asking this stupid question? Well, I wrote a reply, despite my better judgment that it was a waste of time:
“I just love a rude question that implies the superior-acting person asking the question already knows the answer!
“They don’t desert because they volunteered for service, which implies a considerable degree of forethought. Soldiers are not mindless thugs. They volunteered because they believe in the ideals the military stands for, thus no need to desert. There may be cases where people join the military, not understanding the kind of commitment it demands, and thus those people end up deserting. But I think the case of deserters is very rare. More often, soldiers are discharged for their inability to cope with military life.
“The interesting thing is that often, these guys who are booted out of the military, like Jesse Mcbeth (the phony who worked with the Iraq Veterans Against the War group), end up exaggerating their military career in order to derive some measure of glory or fame from their dishonorable service!”
Since I consider myself a skeptic in regards to the Iraq War and the War on Terror generally, it may sound odd that I would take the above position with the OP (original post). However, I cannot bear morons, and to me there is nothing more moronic than asking a question to which you think you already know the answer (and really don’t want peoples’ opinions, anyway).
Furthermore, as my friends will attest, I’ve always had this kind of adulatory respect for the military and people who serve. I am the first to admit, I was a bit of a coward when I was of the right age to serve. I considered joining the Navy my senior year of High School, but decided I did not know if I was up to the challenge, and did not want to find out the hard way that the physical demands were too much. Yes, it was mostly the physical training that worried me, which seems kind of silly now.
The result has been that I am now always a little envious of those who do serve. A few weeks ago, President Bush was criticized for saying that he was “envious” of soldiers fighting in Afghanistan (Slate: Bush’s romantic notions about serving). The President commented to a group of soldiers, “It must be exciting for you…in some ways romantic, you know, confronting danger.”
I can’t criticize the man for that, because in some ways I feel the same way. I’ve read enough about war, including many, many first hand accounts of the boredom, drudgery, and filth (not to mention the occasional near death experience) that goes along with service in a war zone, to know that the romance dies quickly. Yet, like Bush, I like to think…if I were younger, braver, I’d be there, too.
There is great nobility in military service. You give several years of your life for minimal material reward, sometimes enduring long separation from family, friends, your casual, civilian lifestyle, all for goals that often seem more the pipe-dream of an idealistic politician than anything real and tangible. The least you can expect from those who don’t serve is respect for your choice.
I’ve always thought that if my son wanted to join the Navy, like my grandfather, or my wife’s father, I’d be the happiest Dad in the world. When we are in Washington, I make sure we visit the Air and Space Museum, not just because boys in general LOVE it, but because I’d like him to learn to have an early appreciation for the military.
And might I just say, thank God that most young men who sign up for military service don’t desert. Also, thank God they are not as ignorant as I was, thinking the physical challenges were the most difficult part of service. Most people actually do go into service knowing a little more about what to expect. There are always surprises–I know from friends who have joined that the Navy may promise you exotic locales for your service, but often as not you end up chipping paint off the side of a ship. Yet the vast majority of people adapt, and rise to meet those challenges.