70 Year Magazine Archive

On the Army and the Age

by Regis Martin

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On the other hand, rub the talismans too hard and presto, out pops Mylai. It is a tricky art and as in all corporate endeavors there will certainly be Edsels.

“Did you say Mylai?” Sigh, yes, but before you start bellowing remember the Army already sentenced the fellow, centuries following their recognition of the distinction between licit and illicit use of force in the field. Besides, rather than edify you on the subject of a Christian metaphysic for war I’d sooner describe the delights of Basic Training. To begin with, only the Hobbesian formulation will do. “Does he teach at Berkeley?” No, probably wouldn’t hire him. Anyway, it is altogether nasty, brutish and short. We haven’t as much élan as the Marines, though the same can’t be said of dope. Indeed many fellows managed to fire off more reefers in the billet than M-16 rounds on the range. Happily, their appetite for the one seldom unbalanced their aim with the other. Even so the cadre would wisely program schedules so horribly depleting that notwithstanding the occasion to trip-off most of us would rather limp-off, finally succumbing to honest fatigue.

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