Features > July 13, 2007

The New Children’s Crusade

Vets like Vincent J. Emanuele and other Iraq Veterans Against the War inherit the reins from the Vietnam era peacenicks before them

By Joel Bleifuss

In April 2005, Lance Corp. Vincent J. Emanuele was honorably discharged from the Marine Corps and returned to his home in Chesterton, an old steel town in northern Indiana, 40 miles east of Chicago. Emanuele, 23, is now enrolled at Purdue University North Central and studying

political science. He plans to go on and get his doctorate, if not in political science then in one of the liberal arts. But today his main goal in life is stopping the war in Iraq. The vehicle of his activism is Iraq Veterans Against the War (IVAW), the antiwar group founded in 2004 and modeled after Vietnam Veterans Against the War. In These Times spoke with Emanuele after Memorial Day weekend, during which he participated in antiwar events in New York and Chicago.

I was just out of high school when I joined the Marines in 2002. After basic training, I was deployed to Iraq in March 2003 as an infantryman. We were stationed at al-Asad Air Base near the Euphrates River in western Iraq next to the Syrian border. Even though we had been given the whole spiel about winning hearts and minds in training, it was far too hostile to interact with the local people.

I didn’t know how people from other cultures lived, and I had never seen the destruction and death that you can only see during a war. I was ignorant on both counts, as many people are in our country.

In 2004. What did it for me was Fahrenheit 9/11, which really gave me a new perspective.

Being over there with an antiwar mindset was difficult. The guys I was with knew I was opposed to the war, and I had a lot of support from them, even if they didn’t agree with me. But whenever I would voice my opinion to commanding officers, I was told to shut up.

Knowing what I knew, it was difficult to go on combat patrols and kick doors in and have to pull my trigger in self-defense. My attitude shifted particularly in terms of not wanting to take anyone’s life. Unfortunately, we encountered scenarios that dictated differently.

My mom and dad have been very supportive, which is a big help. I know several veterans who don’t have that, who have parents who have very different political ideologies.

I understood the perspective of those who were hostile to us. I knew where they were coming from. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be in the suburbs I was from in Indiana and have a foreign army patrolling our streets and kicking our doors in and killing innocent people—because, of course, innocent people are killed. I came to the conclusion that I probably wouldn’t be doing anything different from what the fighters in Iraq are doing right now.

The entire weekend was very emotional, especially the event in New York. We put on a guerilla theater. We dressed up in full combat and patrolled the city, holding our hands like we were holding guns, like we patrolled villages in Iraq. It was difficult because I thought that was a person in my life that I had put behind me and forgot—and it was surprising how easily I fell back into that routine of being a soldier and that scared me. It brought back memories of really rough times.

We wanted to show what it was like to have an occupying force in their country. And it made me angry to see the reaction of some people. When other veterans were passing out flyers, people would take them and, without looking at them, throw them away. But most people on the streets were just freaked out.

I can only imagine what the American people would do if there were bombs going off on every corner. People will say that is the great thing about America—that we have never had to go through anything like that. But I think that is the problem, we have never had to go through anything like this.

We were at our base camp, near the Euphrates River in our little wooden shack, our “C-Hut,” and we got called that we needed to re-supply our platoon’s second squad with wood. They were at a communications center about 20 miles away, overlooking the city of Al Qa’im. It was Feb. 15, 2005, and they were getting a little chilly.

We delivered the wood and stood around and BSed and then headed back to base. I was the A-driver, the shotgun rider, in the second vehicle in a four-vehicle convoy. I remember the moon was spectacular and I faded asleep. At about the halfway point, I was woken by two deafening gun shots and our squad leader shouting and pointing off into the field.

We thought it was somebody who was planting a bomb, and so we started driving off into the field. I caught a glimpse of a silhouette. It was a man running, in a flash of a second he was gone, he jumped down into an irrigation ditch. I exited the vehicle and all I could think while approaching the ditch was, “Please do not pop up and shoot me in the face. Please do not pop up and shoot me.” I looked down but couldn’t see a thing. I emptied my entire magazine of rounds into the ditch. I couldn’t stop pulling the trigger.

Lance Corp. Villa came running toward me with a flashlight, and there he was dead, no more than a few feet in front of my face. To this day I can’t remember why, but when Villa put that light on him I fired two more rounds into his already bloody corpse. Maybe out of fear of him still being alive or possibly me having to care for a man I had already killed.

Upon picking up the body we saw that I had shot the man in the back of the head. His forehead had a baseball size gaping hole from where the bullet exited. We checked him for bombs, and from there we waited for the explosive experts to arrive. They found that there were four men who had been planting a bomb in the road.

There’s something sensational about taking another human life, my immediate reaction was that of accomplishment, satisfaction, of being a “hero.” That euphoric feeling faded fast. On the way home I felt numb. Back at the base we arrived to a small crowd of fellow Marines who had heard the news. They were congratulating and patting me on the back. I remember wanting to get to the showers as fast as possible. The rest of that night I felt as if he were watching my every step. I hadn’t felt such fear since I was a young boy.

That wasn’t the last time I had to discharge my weapon. Two days later we were ambushed and my best friend was killed in a five-hour firefight with insurgents. Maybe God was showing me what it was like to have a life so close taken so fast. I found out real quick what killing and the tragedies of war were like, all within a 72-hour span of time.

I struggle with it to this day.

I let a lot of people know what I was going through and I got a lot of support. A Vietnam vet told me, “The only thing that is dumber than going to Vietnam was getting killed in Vietnam.”

This war is tragic. It was not needed. To die in this war is a wasted death. Had I died, I would have indeed died for nothing—or maybe not for nothing, but for oil and dollars and cents. To be brutally honest, the war was a money-making machine. And it hurts to think of it that way and that you have been used.

With the possibility of dying or being hurt on a daily basis, I learned never to take life for granted.

I have come to grips with the fact that I had to fire my weapon and that I had to engage hostiles, but I plan to use my experience and what I have learned to help end this war, to help veterans with benefit issues, or family issues or personal issues. That is a large part of what Iraq Veterans Against the War does. It is not just a political group. It is a family. It provides a space where guys who feel the way we do about the war can come together to talk and have someone there who has shared the same experiences, who can comprehend what you have been through, who will listen without judging you, without thinking you are a little crazy.

I would love to see every veteran who served over there come back and say, “This [war] is bullshit that needs to end tomorrow.” But I understand that when you are shipped off to something that you can give your life or limb for, you want to believe in the cause.

I am going to be in the antiwar movement until the day I die. I plan to be as active as possible in Students for Peace in Iraq, and the Northeast Indiana Coalition Against the Iraq War, but mostly IVAW doing events and helping out in any way I can.

The Vietnam Veterans Against the War have guided us and helped us along our way. Seeing the time and dedication of these men and women is an inspiration. It is so easy for us to relate to one another. Our stories are eerily similar, even though they are separate wars separated by 40 years.

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• Reader Comments

  The consciousness on this planet is raising and it moves me deeply to read interviews such as this one.

  Posted by loudturtle on Jul 16, 2007 at 11:08 AM

  What a sad story.

  “In 2004. What did it for me was Fahrenheit 9/11, which really gave me a new perspective.”

  Particularly tragic to base one’s perspective on such rot.

  “I tried to imagine what it would be like to be in the suburbs I was from in Indiana and have a foreign army patrolling our streets and kicking our doors in and killing innocent people”

  Again, very sad. And a horrible, inane metaphor.

  I wish the best for this young man. Perhaps with more time his perspective will change and grow.

  Posted by wolf on Jul 18, 2007 at 11:05 AM

  A man wakes up to the possibility that being a US soldier means something other than ‘defending freedom’ and it becomes a sad story?

  “‘In 2004. What did it for me was Fahrenheit 9/11, which really gave me a new perspective.’
  Particularly tragic to base one’s perspective on such rot.”

  The wonderous thing about perspectives is that they are all relative.  Just as you could say the sun always rises in the east and sets in the west, when you step out into space and see that the sun doesn’t rise or set, you have changed your relativity to the sun.

  “I tried to imagine what it would be like to be in the suburbs I was from in Indiana and have a foreign army patrolling our streets and kicking our doors in and killing innocent people”

  I suppose that because it isn’t happening in Indiana, or your home town for that matter, it makes it ok to do so in someone else’s streets? Just as long as your front lawn isn’t covered in ruts from tank treads and your neighbors haven’t been fire bombed its ok because it’s “Us and Them?”

  The point Vincent is trying to make is that you can’t expect someone you are dominating with a cold hearted military precision to react with anything other than anger and hatred.  Have you ever once asked yourself why they don’t like us? Could it be perhaps that there are things we are doing or trying to do to them that they don’t like? Or is America’s ego so big that we are threatened to the point of killing hundreds of thousands of people because their culture is “too different?”

  If you’re truly as apathetic about slaughtering innocents as you make yourself out to be then aren’t you also being hypocritical by believing we have any justification to enforce our culture on them because their women are severely mistreated and “they live in the middle ages”?  How could you care so little for their lives and it still remain so important to change their culture?  But perhaps changing their culture isn’t the issue. Perhaps having access to new markets for economic expanssion is what is behind this war. 

  At least in the middle ages Kings and Princes went out on the battle fields with the rest of the army and had a marginal chance of being shot with an arrow.  Our thinking is no different now then it was in the middle ages, we’ve just made killing ‘the enemy’ easier and desensitized our society with widespread violent media so the ‘kings’ and ‘princes’ get away with it. More blood has been shed in the last century then all of the previous centuries combined.  It wasn’t that all that long ago that the United States gave women the right to vote and desegregated the schools. 

  Read the studies about the effects of television when it was introduced to the Philippines and tell me our culture is ‘superior’. 

  The truth is that the bible thumper mentality that creates massive separation of people by making them wrong and us right is the same mentality that will wipe out the human race if we don’t evolve in the next 100 years. 

  An open heart and an open mind will always find more truth then the rigidity of knowing. “The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shore line of ignorance.”

  Of course I am writing from a perspective so please, share some relativity with me so that we both may broaden our scope of awareness.

  Posted by loudturtle on Jul 18, 2007 at 1:21 PM

  Much of what I wrote above was riddled with the “Me Against You” mindset which makes me into a hypocrite.  My sincerest apologies for even trying to change your perspective.  “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” I must let go because I cannot seem to read the news without being overwhelmed with the negativity. Take care of yourself wolf.

  Posted by loudturtle on Jul 18, 2007 at 1:37 PM

  loudturtle - interesting post.

  Perhaps i should provide some of the underlying reasons for my response. First, i think it is sad that a soldier in the field, actually in Iraq, found his pov in the very biased movie such as F911. As opposed to looking around (as i suppose most of the soldiers there actually do). Furthermore, it is clear that those who are in Iraq and paying attention can come to a variety of opinions, both “pro"-war and “anti"-war. Somehow this soldiers direct participation in the war apparently had less effect than a propaganda film. I find that very sad.

  Next, if i lived in a totalitarian society i very well might wish someone came and attempted to “rescue” us/me. Indiana is NOT in such a category or even vaguely close. Iraq before the war was a brutal dictatorship with a madman running the country. Huge difference.

  One might wonder if any country can be claimed to be superior to another. Is the US superior to, say, Sudan today? Is the freedom we extend to women, minorities and religious groups really better than how other countries (Saudi Arabia, for instance) handle their affairs? Surely it is just a matter of opinion, like whether chocolate is tastier than mud.

  Change or extend “bible thumper mentality” to koran thumper mentality and we can agree. While Christianity is far from perfect, it is far superior to Islam today. But that is not saying much about Christianity, it is merely that modern islam is so very horrible in so much of the modern world, for a large variety of reasons.

  Hopefully this may help broaden awareness. . .

  Posted by wolf on Jul 18, 2007 at 1:52 PM

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