Oswald Rivera

Author, Warrior, and Teacher

Tag: World War II

Women in Combat

On Veterans Day, November 11th, I attended a screening of a remarkable new documentary feature, Service: When Women Come Marching Home. This thought provoking work by Marcia Rock and Patricia Lee Stotter examines the role of women veterans with regard to how they transition from active duty to civilian life. This is new territory. We know about the plight of the GIs coming home, mostly men, and this has been chronicled before, from the World War II post-war movie, The Best Years of Our Lives (1946), to modern renditions such as The Hurt Locker (2008). But a discussion on the plight of women in our services is still relatively new. Yes, women do serve, with distinction, and they undergo the same travails as their male counterparts, be it casualty-sustaining wounds or PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome).  Yet, they are relegated to the background. It’s as if we don’t want to acknowledge or confront the fact that they labor and sweat alongside  the menfolk.

After the screening, there was a question-and-answer session regarding the documentary. Along with Ms. Rock and Ms. Stotter, two of the four other ladies featured in the film also took questions from the audience. The two female veterans were Sue Downes and Mariette Kalinowski. Corporal Downes served in Iraq, where she lost both her legs below the knee due to a landmine explosion. Sergeant Kalionowski served two tours as a gunner, manning a 50-caliber machine above a humvee.

During the session, I asked a question, that is always bound to draw a mixed reaction. To wit: if it became official policy that women were to serve in front-line combat, would that changed the perception we have of females serving in a war zone? This question, to me, is the crux of the matter. It is a fiction that women are not serving in combat situations already. The official government policy is that woman do not serve in combat. But, as Ms. Kalinowski and, particular, Ms. Downes show, this is not entirely true. The fact is, we have women facing enemy fire just like the men. This fiction is explained in the policy that women serve in support roles. That is, hauling supplies, doing medevac work, military police, inventory, etc. Except, as the present wars have shown, and Vietnam before that, in a guerrilla war, the people in the rear are just as exposed to enemy attack as those in the trenches. 

The support-role concept goes back to the universal idea we have of women in general. They are the nurturers, the givers, the ones who maintain home and hearth. To think of women as fighters is anathema to some. If the powers that be in the military ever decided that yes, women should legally be in combat, that would change our cultural values and perceptions regarding females. Are we ready for that? Are we ready to accept the notion that our wives, mothers and daughters be trained as killers? Can we view them as such? It would mean a major sea change in our perceptions. Most would say that Americans are not ready for that.  But history has shown differently. In 1948, at Israel’s founding, both men and women served in combat situations. In the former Soviet Union, during the Second World War, women fought on the Eastern Front to combat the Nazi menace. The concept of women as warriors in not new; in fact, it’s very old.

I have no problems with women serving in actual combat. If a female has the training and the ability, I see no reason why she shouldn’t be in a rifle platoon or a special ops unit. Both Ms. Kalinowski and Ms. Downes put a lie to this concept of woman as weak and ineffectual. Ms. Downes lost limbs serving her country. She merited her Purple Heart the same as I and countless others, and received numerous decorations to boot. She had nothing to prove to anyone. She is a warrior. For women like her, and Ms. Kalinowski, who display singular courage, valor and, yes, heroism, they should be welcomed as brothers-in-arms.

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A Republic on the Edge

The latest flap over President Obama’s firing of General Stanley McChrystal has brought to mind the old argument of the inevitable clash between civilian leadership and the military. We have been fortunate among nations that our tradition of civilian oversight has never been challenged. This is how the Founding Fathers envisioned it, and this is how it has been. However, I believe that we are at a crossroads at this point in time, and the danger lurks of a considerable disconnect between civilian authority and military responsibility.

As one who has served this nation in time of conflict, and who would do it again willingly, I am concerned, as are others, of what has been referred to as this “cultural divide” between those who serve in our military, and those who have not. This nation has always cherished the ideal of the citizen-soldier. It began at our inception when a bunch of rag-tag farmers took on the British Empire at Lexington. It grew to its apotheosis when citizen-soldiers fought to both sides, North and South, during the crucible of the Civil War. It happened again in both World Wars when citizens fought under the same banner against the evil of Fascism. In the defining struggle of my generation, Vietnam, despite the protests and upheavals, it was still a citizen army that bore the brunt of the struggle. There was one cultural leveller, and that was the draft.

The draft is no longer with us, having been rescinded years ago. What we have now is an all-volunteer army. Unfortunately, this has only exacerbated the chasm between America’s military and its civilian population. In reality, what we have today is an armed force, by and large, composed of poor whites, blacks and minorities led by a predominantly white officer corps. The sons and daughters of the elite, of legislators, of the upper brackets (with, of course, some exceptions) do not have to put themselves in harms way. Those who can’t find work when the economy is good (let alone when we’re in an awful depression) or who do not have the wherewithal to go to college, or can’t get access to advancement and even good health care, they are the ones who sign up. And they serve selflessly, one long tour after another while the rest of us can’t even fathom what they are going through. Thus the military has become an arm onto itself, aloof, apart and, yes, resentful of a leadership that has no idea of what it is to face fire. C.E. Montague once stated, “War hath no fury like the noncombatant.” And it is the non-combatants, like a recent vice-president who claimed six deferments during the Vietnam war so as not to serve, who now make policy for those who must put their lives on the line.

This is not a good scenario. When a military becomes estranged from the nation is must protect, dissension and chaos will follow, as occurred with the early Roman Republic when a dysfunctional and ineffectual government succumbed to the legions who despised it. I’m not claiming this is our fate as of yet. But if this becomes a generational pattern with a growing separation between the political leaders and the military, it won’t be long before that military losses respect for the politicos. And if there is no longer any respect for distant, elite rulers, then why should the soldiers obey them?

The last President we had who served in the military (and I’m not talking about George W. Bush’s stint in the Air National Guard protecting us from the Gulf of Mexico) was Jimmy Carter, who had been a naval officer. Now, being a veteran is not a requirement for being a good Commander-in-Chief. Franklin Delano Roosevelt never served in uniform, yet he was a superb executive during World War II. But as was shown during the last Bush administration, having a cabinet of “furious non-combatants” is not necessarily a good thing. Those who have never seen battle may be too readily willing to commit us to questionable military endeavors. If the Congress at that time knew that their sons and daughters might have to serve in a dubious war, I doubt they would have been so willing in committing us to a uncertain adventure in Iraq.

My humble view (and this may trouble both my liberal and conservative friends) is that the draft should be reinstalled. Some European countries have a unique method of conscription. Everyone serves either in the military or a comparable national service for one year, with no deferments for anyone. One year, when you come out of high school is not going to ruin your life or prospects For those who like the military, they can stay in. For those who want to pursue a civilian career, they can pursue that as well. An equitable system for all. Also, and I say this with great pride, we are fortunate to be Americans; it’s only fair we should give something back, and not have one percent of the population having to bear the brunt of protecting us. Because, my friends, I despair that the way we are going, someday in our future we just may have some Caesar who may want to “save” the nation. And that would be the worst of all outcomes.

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The Hooker’s Special – Pasta a la Puttanesca



Yup, you read it right. Hooker’s style pasta. And it’s no too far off the mark. During the Italian campaign of World War II, when hordes of horny GIs reach Naples, the local working girls (and by that I mean the pros) found themselves swamped with customers. Now, it takes a lot of effort to keep the brothel running under such trying conditions. The ladies need sustenance that will provide enough energy to keep them going at full tilt. So, some enterprising individual came up with this recipe that could be prepared with a minimum of effort and provide a quick supper for the girls, in-between turning tricks, or servicing the servicemen, as it were.

American soldiers are no longer crawling all over Napoli, but the dish remained, and is now claimed by almost every Italian city where the ladies of the night ply their trade. And yes, the name has remained, Pasta a la Puttanesca, “Whore’s Style Pasta.”

PASTA A LA PUTTANESCA

3 tablespoons olive oil
1 large onion, slice into rings
3 cloves garlic, peeled and finely minced
2 pounds plum tomatoes, chopped (can use good quality Italian canned tomatoes, if preferred)
1 tablespoon tomato paste
1 can (2 oz.) anchovies packed in oil, chopped fine
1/2 cup pitted black olives, halved
1/4 cup capers, drained and rinsed
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
Salt and ground black pepper to taste
1 pound fusilli or rigatoni (or other large tube-shaped pasta)
1/4 cup chopped fresh Italian parsley
Freshly grated Romano, Pecorino or Parmesan cheese

1. Heat olive oil in a heavy saucepan (I prefer cast iron). Add onion and cook over medium heat until translucent. Add garlic and cook for a minute or two.
2. Add tomatoes. Stir in the tomato paste and cook for about 5 minutes.
3. Add the anchovies along with their oil. Stir in olives, capers, oregano, red pepper flakes, salt and pepper. Stir to mix and simmer over medium heat for about 10-15 minutes, stirring occasionally.
4. While sauce is cooking, bring a large pot of water to a boil and cook pasta according to package directions. Drain pasta and place in a serving bowl. Toss with remaining tablespoon of olive oil. Top with the Puttanesca sauce, sprinkle the parsley on top, and serve with the grated cheese.
Yield: 4 to 6 servings.

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The Wonders of Garlic

I am a garlic lover

I am a garlic lover. I make no bones about that. Always have been. Always will be. Lucky for me, my significant other also loves garlic. And that helps in a relationship. Garlic is the wonder food, wonder herb, wonder medicine all combined in one. Most of us know it as a seasoning. But did you know that garlic has a pedigree that goes back to the beginning of time? It began in Central Asia in Neolithic Times, and then spread to the world. The Ancient Greeks used garlic to boost strength. the Roman legions fed it to their soldiers to make them stronger and more courageous. The Ancient Indians considered it an aphrodisiac. The Egyptian “Codex Ebers,” the oldest preserved medical document written in 1550 B.C.E., has 22 different medical formulations for garlic. Hippocrates, the father of modern medicine, used garlic to treat pneumonia and cancerous tumors. Louis Pasteur recommended it as an antiseptic in 1858. And during World War II the British and Russians, when nothing else was available, used it to disinfect wounds and treat gangrene.

Garlic’s history is phenomenal. In the Mishnah, a collection of Jewish traditions incorporated into the Talmud, the ancient Hebrew writers refer to themselves as “The Garlic Eaters”—and this was probably long before Moses came on the scene. In some circles, garlic (allium sativum) is known as the “stinking rose.” And because of its pungent smell, in certain cultures it’s used as a mosquito repellent. Figure it this way, if nothing else, it keeps vampires away. In Palastinian tradition a groom wears a clove of garlic in his buttonhole to guarantee a happy wedding night—who needs Viagra?

Garlic is GOOD for you. It contains antioxidants, and is a good source of protein and minerals such as calcium, iron and potassium. It also has vitamin A, vitamin B1 (thiamine) and vitamin C.

Today garlic is known mainly for its cooking properties, since it has been used since ancient times as an herbal flavoring. I cook with garlic all the time. Need that special lift that will transform an ordinary dish into something unique?—add garlic, chopped, crushed, whole, raw or cooked.

For those out you out there who complain: “But what about the smell?” Simple, stop bitching and take some breath mints. believe me, what garlic affords goes beyond its odor.

Following along this vein, below is a recipe that uses lots of garlic. Don’t be concerned. Only the distinct flavor will survive in the dish, and it will transport you to heaven.

GARLIC CHICKEN

4 small roasting chickens, quartered

Salt and ground black pepper to taste

2 tablespoons oregano

2 heads of garlic

1/2 cup lemon juice

1/2 cup olive oil

4 sprigs fresh rosemary

1. Take one head of garlic, separate cloves, and leave them unpeeled. Peel the second head of garlic and crush the cloves.

2. Rinse chicken parts under cold running water and pat dry with paper towels. Season the chicken with salt, pepper and oregano.

3. Place the chicken in a pan or dish, and add the peeled and crush garlic, lemon juice, olive oil and rosemary. Roll chicken pieces in the mixture, coating well. Cover and let marinate 2 hours, turning occasionally.

4. Meanwhile, preheat oven to 400 degrees. Place unpeeled garlic cloves in a single layer in a lightly greased roasting pan; and roast 20 minutes, stirring cloves from time to time. Remove from oven.

5. Drain chicken parts and discard marinade.

6. Place chicken, skin side down in a greased roasting pan, and roast for 15 minutes at 4oo degrees. Reduce heat to 375 and roast about 45 minutes more or until done.

7. Remove the chicken from the oven. Let it stand at room temperature for 15 minutes, and serve with the roasted garlic.

Yield: 4 servings.

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