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A Message to Troops, Would Be Troops, and Other Youth
 By Jeff Paterson
Know anyone in the military, or thinking about signing up soon? Pass this along to them. They may appreciate it, or not... but they deserve a heads up.

In August 1990 I was an active duty U.S. Marine Corps Corporal. The Gulf War was about to come, - and I was ordered to the Middle East. Four years prior-thinking I had nothing better to do with my life-I had walked into the Salinas, California recruiting station and told them to "put me where I was most needed."

"What am I going to do with my life?" has always been a huge question for youth, and today, in the wake of the horror and tragedy of September 11th , this question is bigger than ever for millions of young people.

No one who has seen the images will ever forget. In a scene as unreal as the Matrix, a conflict reached into American reality in an unthinkable way. Copy clerks to admin assistants, restaurant workers to firefighters-thousands of lives ripped away from friends and family. Now the television shouts, "revenge," "infinite justice," and "something must be done!" Wave a red, white and blue flag to ease the sorrow, to declare, "We're not going to take it."

I might be like the youth who are going down to the recruiters now, if I hadn't spent those four years in the Marine Corps. Most of the time, my unit trained to fight a war against peasants struggling against "American interests" in Nicaragua, El Salvador, and Guatemala. I saw dire poverty in the Philippines; U.S. government-sanctioned prostitution rings to service the U.S. armed forces in South Korea; and
unbridled racism towards the peoples of Okinawa and Japan-where the standard response to a
child flashing us the two-finger "peace sign" was "yeaa, ha ha, two bombs little gook."

I began to understand why billions of people around the world really do hate the United States-specifically its war machine, covert wars, and a system of economic globalization that replaces hope with 12-hour days locked in sweatshops producing "Designed in the USA" exports.

Faced with this reality, I began the process of becoming un-American-meaning that the  interests of the people of the world began to weigh heavier than my own self-interest.

When the U.S. launched the Gulf War, I realized that the world did not need or want  another U.S. troop. Although they did not look much like me, I found I had more in common with the common peoples of the Middle East than I did with those who were ordering me to kill them.   My Battalion Commander's reassurance - "if anything goes wrong we'll nuke the rag heads until they all glow" - was not reassuring.

Up against that, I publicly stated I would not be a pawn in America's power plays for profits, oil, and Middle East domination. I pledged to resist, and that if I were dragged into the Saudi desert, I'd refuse to fight. A few weeks later, I sat down on the airstrip as hundreds of Marines-many of whom I had lived with for years-filed past me and boarded the plane. I fought the Gulf War from a military brig, and after
worldwide anti-war protesters helped spring me, we fought the war in the streets.

Back then we failed to stop the war. Since 1990 over 1.5 million Iraqis have died-not  mainly from the massive U.S. bombing, but from a decade of economic sanctions. The U.S. government has coldly declared that these Iraqi deaths are "worth it" in order to achieve its regional objectives. So today, as the U.S. government demands the world mourn with us, we in turn are expected to ignore the suffering this nation produces.

Acknowledgments are made about past "mistakes": Gulf War Sickness, Agent Orange and napalm in Viet Nam, massacres of refugees in Korea, U.S. troops used as nuclear exposure guinea pigs after World War II, concentration camps for Japanese-Americans during World War II. And always: "Trust us, this time it will be different." But it never is.

One need not be a pacifist, a communist, a Quaker, or a humanist to oppose this war. However, it certainly helps to be an internationalist-realizing that our collective future is bound up with the majority of humanity, and not with those who are taking this horrific opportunity to threaten war.

For those woman and men now in uniform, you have a choice to make. Silence is what your "superiors" expect of you, but the interests of humanity require more. Think. Speak out. And if you make the choice to resist, there are hundreds of thousands who will support you-many of whom have already taken to the streets to oppose this war.

I will not wave the red, white and blue flag-instead I'll wear a green ribbon in solidarity with immigrants and Arab Americans facing a wave of racist attacks. Stop the War. Support the troops who refuse to fight.

Let's dedicate our lives to changing this situation.

On August 30, 1990, 22-year-old Marine Corporal Jeff Paterson refused to board a military plane in Hawaii heading to Saudi Arabia. He was the first active-duty military resister in the U.S.-led attack on Iraq. The photo of Jeff sitting on the airstrip, defying orders to go fight in the Gulf War, appeared on TV and in newspapers around the world.  Later Jeff edited Anti-WARrior, a newsletter of military resistance to the Gulf War. Jeff currently resides in the San Francisco Bay Area and is a member of Vietnam
Veterans Against the War Anti-Imperialist (~www.oz.net/~vvawai

 He can be reached through VVAW-AI, or directly at AILJP@post.com

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