A couple of weeks ago The New Republic ran a sensational
article entitled "Shock Troops" by an author using the pseudonym of Scott Thomas. Although I found the story doubtful, I didn't report on it then because I'm not familiar with firsthand reports of how troops on the ground act under stress. Since then several miliblogs I read have thrown the BS flag up.
TNR claimed the story is written by a soldier who is currently serving in Iraq. Scott Thomas wants you to believe that circumstances of the war have turned our young men and woman into barbarians. That they engaged in insulting a war wounded and disfigured female, intentionally swerved a Bradley Fighting Vehicle to kill dogs on three occasions, and one even parade around with a child's skull dug from a grave on his head all day and night. Apparently he had no fear of getting a bullet to the head. Besides, wouldn't his CO require him to wear a helmet?
Some of Scott Thomas' claims.
[I] saw her nearly every time I went to dinner in the chow hall at my base in Iraq. She wore an unrecognizable tan uniform, so I couldn't really tell whether she was a soldier or a civilian contractor. The thing that stood out about her, though, wasn't her strange uniform but the fact that nearly half her face was severely scarred. Or, rather, it had more or less melted, along with all the hair on that side of her head. She was always alone, and I never saw her talk to anyone. Members of my platoon had seen her before but had never really acknowledged her. Then, on one especially crowded day in the chow hall, she sat down next to us.
We were already halfway through our meals when she arrived. After a minute or two of eating in silence, one of my friends stabbed his spoon violently into his pile of mashed potatoes and left it there.
"Man, I can't eat like this," he said.
"Like what?" I said. "Chow hall food getting to you?"
"No--with that fucking freak behind us!" he exclaimed, loud enough for not only her to hear us, but everyone at the surrounding tables. I looked over at the woman, and she was intently staring into each forkful of food before it entered her half-melted mouth.
"Are you kidding? I think she's fucking hot!" I blurted out.
"What?" said my friend, half-smiling.
"Yeah man," I continued. "I love chicks that have been intimate--with IEDs. It really turns me on--melted skin, missing limbs, plastic noses ... ."
"You're crazy, man!" my friend said, doubling over with laughter. I took it as my cue to continue.
"In fact, I was thinking of getting some girls together and doing a photo shoot. Maybe for a calendar? IED Babes.' We could have them pose in thongs and bikinis on top of the hoods of their blown-up vehicles."
My friend was practically falling out of his chair laughing. The disfigured woman slammed her cup down and ran out of the chow hall, her half-finished tray of food nearly falling to the ground.
Thomas goes on to tell about a lot of digging they had to do at a newly assigned outpost.
And, eventually, we reached the bones. All children's bones: tiny cracked tibias and shoulder blades. We found pieces of hands and fingers. We found skull fragments. No one cared to speculate what, exactly, had happened here, but it was clearly a Saddam-era dumping ground of some sort.
One private, infamous as a joker and troublemaker, found the top part of a human skull, which was almost perfectly preserved. It even had chunks of hair, which were stiff and matted down with dirt. He squealed as he placed it on his head like a crown. It was a perfect fit. As he marched around with the skull on his head, people dropped shovels and sandbags, folding in half with laughter. No one thought to tell him to stop. No one was disgusted. Me included.
The private wore the skull for the rest of the day and night. Even on a mission, he put his helmet over the skull. He observed that he was grateful his hair had just been cut--since it would make it easier to pick out the pieces of rotting flesh that were digging into his head.
Funny? Of course not. But many of my friends were laughing anyway. That is how war works: It degrades every part of you, and your sense of humor is no exception.
I'm not even going to get into the guy driving the Bradley that killed three dogs, I think you get the idea by now.
Also since the TNR article Scott Thomas has decided to let us know who he really is. Scott Thomas is now known as Private Scott Thomas Beauchamp and writes:
That being said, my character, my experiences, and those of my comrades in arms have been called into question, and I believe that it is important to stand by my writing under my real name.
Whoa up a minute while I look for my BS repellent! After writing that his fellow soldiers slaughter dogs, mocked disfigured women, and wore baby skulls for hats, he is now upset that others have called into question the character of him and those he wrote about? If you can't see the irony there please explain to me why you don't.
Several milibloggers and others have put the story to the smell test and believe it comes up short of reality.
A trusted source to BlackFive writes:
the driver in the article would have been beaten by his own troops for putting them in danger of IEDs.
A soldier that uses the same mess hall that the female contractor was insulted writes to BlackFive:
In the 11 months I've been here I've never once seen a female contractor with a burned face.
Greyhawk writes:
If you believe leadership in his unit is perfectly willing to allow soldiers to run amok in this fashion then you are ignorant of the US military today.
Anyway a formal military investigation has been launched into the incidents described in the "Shock Troops" article. Hopefully we should have solid answers soon.
Other critique of the Shock Troops article.
Greyhawk
Blackfive
Ace of Spades
PowerLine