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Soldiers like kids in Halloween costumes

This photo kills me:


The Denver Post’s Craig F. Walker photographed Ian Fisher (far right in the photo) as he graduated from high school, enlisted in the army, went through basic training, and shipped off to Iraq. The result is revelatory.

Our view of the U.S. military usually comes either from 30,000 feet (“how many troops should be in Afghanistan?”) or three inches (“follow the Marines into Fallujah!”); I think we need more journalism from the, like, 300-3000 foot range, and this project qualifies. It’s not all grim and traumatic; some of it is really banal. It’s concrete and personal, but it also connects to some really big ideas—about the army, about the U.S., about class.

I hope it wins awards. I hope it gets retweeted!

Oh, and, I think photography—lots of it, not just one or two images—is a brilliant way to tell this story. I know there’s an accompanying narrative in text… but I don’t think I’m going to read it. Hmm, interesting.

Via Kottke. What a link.

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Yesterday, right after I heard about the Fort Hood shootings, I was walking across the Berkeley campus when I saw the ROTC kids training in a misty field. I thought of my college classmates rocking their fatigues at late night study sessions, and how fairly innocent and safe that calling seemed, then at the “end of history”. I thought of how my first high school physics students are now more than old enough to join the army. I simply could not look at the ROTC kids without thinking of them as children who had some unknown but undeniably grim future in front of them, and I had an irrational desire to run into the field and give them all hugs of condolence.

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