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Bonaventure University:
A Gulag of
Militaristic, Sexual &
Philosophical Indoctrination
I
enjoy a daily morning can be very frightening or
routine which I have followed euphoric in construct. I have
for more than two years and self-analyzed these sentiments
hope to hold forever. It is through some psychoanalytic
always being interrupted by systems of thought, and I know
one event or another, but why they come about—even,
never broken long enough to when they will happen. The
make me lose it or forget it. reasons are not crucial to this
writing. My subjective
I awake at 5:45 a.m. and listen responses spring out of the
to the radio until six when I sit mucky imprints of my life which
up and meditate for twenty lie fixed below my
minutes. Up to the time that it consciousness and, as the
is eight o’clock I perform a years pass, occasionally melt
series of exercises including away wholly involuntarily.
calisthenics, jogging in place, Nonetheless, there are many of
and light weight-lifting. After them simmering, and they do
these ritualistic performances I not disappear as quickly as I
head for the shower continuing would wish. They are down
to think about ideas for living, there, and every so often signal
for writing, for studying, for to me—through bodily tremors
whatever. and nervous tension—their
desire to find release in a
At times, the shower conjures definition of their reality. The
many intense feelings: they screams for escape tell me I
must begin to assort my find their way to these pages
notions, because if I do not expressed in an interpretative
attend to these hidden literary composition dealing
predilections which may not exclusively with my limited,
pass away with time, I will personal point of view. For
suffer painful consequences for years I had had darts of
my neglect. These psychic thoughts about a very terrible
reactions demand immediate experience, but on this tropical
attention. June morning all became “co-
ordinated” for me. The way to
The action or process of catharsis had been set in
stating, of describing, of motion, and when I went out to
explaining, or making definite have coffee and mineral water
and clear is best done for me in a local snack bar, I fidgeted
when I take pen in hand and and shook with anxiety about
write. I do not know why. And I my recently-discovered
am not always prompted to repressed ideas—now
write when I am psychically discharging and soon to be
destroyed of tranquillity or defined. The urge to commit
composure, but when I do write them to paper for myself and
about what I am cajoled my audience gave me a
emotionally to create, I feel a confident, good feeling. After
sense of well-being for both many years I was finally going
confronting what I could not to react against and defy the
have faced before, and for terrors of buried bad memories.
explicating something which From this act I would become
others may enjoy braving with stronger and more satisfied.
me and which they may find My being would be cleansed
relief in as much as I do. further. I would go beyond, and
On 7 June 1981—a balmy, in doing so, come closer to the
cloudy Sunday morning in core of my existence. My act of
Caracas, Venezuela—I emerged purifying would enfold, and I
from the shower with a bevy of would present it as a gift to my
horrifying reminiscences of the listeners.
years I spent in a
predominantly men’s Roman A purgation of the emotions
Catholic university (St. that brings about spiritual
Bonaventure University) in renewal or release from tension
upstate New York. Excitedly, I is not easy to achieve. Firstly,
mulled over these bits of it involves work and keen,
impressions knowing only too unrelenting dissection of the
well that they would eventually passions. But this effort is not
as difficult as is the struggle to no real happy recollections.
keep a mental balance during But those are not what occupy
the unburdening. The strength my mind. The wretchednesses
of the checked passions—once of my psyche admit little of
they are ready to let loose— what was good in that
plays havoc with good sense institution. Suffice it to say
and clear thought, and its that most things were bad for
power demands excruciating me there.
self-discipline on the part of the
self-analyst. The hidden
turmoil must be liberated The alarming glimpses at these
gradually; it cannot burst forth unfortunate mental records did
as it wants to. The battle not, until now, appear in any
drains one. It leaves the organized pattern—they were
emotions rent of any might. I disjointed and they were
remember when I ousted the spontaneous. They repeated
appalling mental souvenirs of themselves intermittently, and
the death of a comrade killed in throughout their lifetimes,
Vietnam, I had to stop every there were lapses of long
fifteen or twenty minutes in months when they did not
between the paragraphs I had surface to vex me. I have
written about him. The ordeal collected these revolting
was so exacting for me, I memories for almost twenty
napped to gain my verve back years, and they fall into three
and only then was I recharged general categories: militaristic
and ready to continue. indoctrination, sexual
Fortunately, the rewards indoctrination and philosophical
outweigh the rigors and throes. indoctrination. I attest that the
A sense of well-being and four years at St. Bonaventure
courage forever remain to University was a time lost in
delight and fulfil once this the worst of prisons: the state
torturing road has been of confinement where the mind
tramped to emancipation. is worked over to be bent into
shape to conform to an
ideology. My four years were
The undercurrents of pain dissipated in a “gulag” of
which have seethed below my emotional and mental restraint,
good sense until now, far and the cold winds and blinding
exceed the pleasant memories snows which blew down from
I took away with me from St. Canada into the western New
Bonaventure University. It York State “snow belt” to chill
cannot be said that there were living beings at the foothills of
the Alleghany mountains, About military indoctrination, I
frosted likewise my heart’s have the following mental
desire to love and my mind’s images:
longing to ripen in knowledge.
The panic which soars today A. I am in Military Science
when I think of years wasted class (201), and the sequent
under the grips of a negative quotation from Clausewitz’s On
constraint more powerful than I War is being championed by a
was, rips bitterly at my temper. United States Army major not
I console myself with the to defend the idea of military
thought that I had both the preparedness, but to tout the
courage and the chance to glory of battle: “War…is a
disentangle my very being from wonderful trinity, composed of
such terrifying experiences the play of probabilities and
without losing my zest for life chance which make it a free
and my mental stability, which activity of the soul, and of its
before my “escape,” was often subordinate nature as a
bulldozed within the thought political instrument, in which
and emotionally controlled respect it belongs to the
environs of St. Bonaventure province of Reason….”
University. Intellectually, I am stunned by
these words. The thoughts sink
deep and penetrate my
Now to begin. What is coming character. My awe is profound.
is the elimination of that which I am a believer.
has lain dormant in my
subconsciousness for many B. It is the season of Spring
years. It is poison to me and and Thursday afternoon. The
must be spewed out. I proceed fifth day of the week is both
by reflecting on the four years “steak night” in the dining hall
(1962-66) I was a member of and drill day for the Reserve
the St. Bonaventure University Officers’ Training Corps. I am
student body. I invite you, my the S-2 (intelligence officer) for
dear reader, to come along the corps, and I have just
with me to share in my contest passed two hours sucking in
to elicit the truth for myself and the fragrances of freshly cut
others. grass and blossoming flowers
momentarily made groggy by
I. the stench of puffs of gun
powder smoke floating away
MILITARY INDOCTRINATION from a battery of six 105mm
howitzers. Blasts from the
cannons saluted the C. It is time for the military
presentation of the Star- ball and we are snuggling up to
Spangled Banner. The a United States Army
schedule of military activities lieutenant-colonel who is tipsy
has been boring and ordinary, after his fifth martini. Vietnam
but both our green uniforms— is a reality which haunts all of
proudly worn to impress the us wearing the green.
crowds and ourselves—and the
beautiful mountain backdrop “Sir, why are we in Vietnam?”
on the edge of the drill
field/football field, harmonize to “To defend innocent peasants
make the effort a worthwhile against the perils of
occasion. As I return to my communism, dummy!”
dormitory unloosening my (“Cardinal, is there a devil? Of
black tie and unbuttoning my course, there is a devil,
mustard-colored shirt, there are dummy! And where is the
screams and taunts from voices devil, Cardinal? Where is the
within the halls of ivory: devil! Why the devil is in Hell,
“R.O.T.C. sucks!!! Fuck the that’s where he is!”) “It is a
Army!!! Eat shit, faggots!!!” I noble venture, and it is one
am angered. Those which will reap rewards for the
irresponsible, immature creeps! American people. We are
What do they know of determined to stop those
Clausewitz? What do they fucking commies at their own
know about defending their doorstep. We will not be
country? Who will it be who harassed. We will not cater to
goes to the battlefields to fight the dictates of ideologues
and protect these ingrates? possessed with a propensity to
Who will it be who assumes the cause disruption. Democracy is
responsibilities they refuse to the best mother-fucking
accept? I am of a cause more system, boy, and don’t you
important and more potent ever forget that!”
than they are. I will survive,
and those pathetic creatures “And, sir, what if you are sent
will die by the wayside to Vietnam?”
ambushed by weakness and
disloyalty. I lock my heels and “Son, I will be in Vietnam in
brace my body against this less than six months. And I will
unenthusiastic attitude. I am a fight for my country. I will
soldier. defend the principles of
democracy, and the God-given
right of all men to live in inhaling and exhaling of his
freedom and peace.” unfiltered cigarettes. Later,
when I will come to know this
I wished for my turn to go to man better, I will watch him
Vietnam. I wished for my turn gulp tremendous swigs of
to fight against the perils of cognac to calm his ragged
communism. I wished for my World War II and Korean War
turn to protect innocent Asiatic nerves.
peasants. I wished for my turn
to help secure freedom and This chicken colonel is living
peace for all individuals. taut. Is it that his shell-shocked
D. I am receiving a lecture body hardens from the
from a full-bird colonel who is a memories of exploding artillery
veteran of two Northamerican rounds? Those same sounds I
wars. His uniform is weighted myself will come to know in
with ribbons and decorations less than two years?
and commendations. He is an
“old-timer.” What is fascinating
about this high-ranking officer
is that he is a puny man—
smaller even than my own
medium-built frame. He is
bald, and he chain smokes
Camel cigarettes at an
astounding rate.
He is telling us about an
experience in World War II Now to the realities…
combat when he—as an
artillery forward observer—
called direct fire on his own
position to ward off a flood of
attacking German infantrymen
who had penetrated his lines.
The colonel is pallid with
seriousness. I am glued to his
nervous being which appears
to want to explode at any
moment, but is spared this
disintegration by the artificial
opening and closing of a
mental safety valve: the rough
1. Clausewitz’s ideas about This Prussian logician of
the nature of war have bloodshed belongs,
been refuted time and time fortunately, to another age
again. They are famous for where his respect for
their contrarieties, and national mythologies was
they have received enough able to play ruin with
negative interpretation to historical forces, and his
keep them from having haphazard aptitude to
potent influence except idealize any cause, was
among die-hard military free to take firm root
fanatics who are on the among those whose lives
verge of extinction—very were beset by troublesome
slowly, but very surely. I boredom and susceptible
wish to make some to his dogmatism.
personal observations Clausewitz, as effective as
about the “philosopher of he was in the use of war
war” with reference to his speech, spoke with a
belief in the flippancy—a forked tongue,
reasonableness of war and if you will—that served only
my own combat too well his middle-class
experiences in Vietnam. ambitions to hop up to
those noble birthrights he
so embarrassingly lacked.
And so, with pen in hand—
it has been said to be more
powerful than the sword—
Clausewitz devised a quasi-
philosophical nomenclature
to outwit and dominate
those of the snobbish
military establishment who
had made his military
pretentiousness at first so
trying and frustrating. And
from this intellectual
recklessness, we obtain
notions that war is a
mathematical principle, a
complicated piece of
machinery, a profound
technique!
I knew men in Vietnam (1967- War belongs to the province of
68) who valued his reason? Whose reason? Is
concepts. They understood reason an attack near the
war to be the way he Cambodian border where a
envisioned it—the result United States Army infantry
being uncannily unreal. I company, under “attack”
have seen majors and by its own artillery, has
colonels and generals—in gone so berserk one grunt
freshly-starched fatigues, is on the ground in the fetal
sipping whiskies, and position—his rifle discarded
comfortable in well-fortified —saying the rosary? Is
protected areas—pulling reason the death of thirty
out red pins and white pins men who, attacking a hill,
and blue pins which moved are hit by their own air
hundreds and then force’s 750-pound bomb?
thousands of individuals Is reason fighting for all
into situations war this when within a man’s
philosophers themselves army there exists a weapon
would have preferred to which might end—in a
avoid. And they did this, matter of seconds—all
naturally, with the consent conflict for the soldier and
of a president, senators, the zealots who direct him?
House Ways and Means (Oh! Then it is
Committee members, unreasonable to have
journalists, priests, actors atomic weaponry, you
and stockbrokers. They did ask?) I found little reason
this also with a vengeance in war, and what was
for what they themselves requisite ground of
had to endure as young explanation of a logical
buck soldiers pissing and defence of it served not
moaning in the rice those in combat, but those
paddies of another age who would benefit from
where they too were up to this play of probabilities
their necks in roily waters and chance by being as far
with leeches sucking on away from it as they and
their scrotums. William F. Buckley, Jr, Gore
Vidal, Al Gore, Noam
Chomsky, William Clinton,
et cetera, themselves
could be!
I conclude that Clausewitz and B1. A uniform is an anomaly.
his ilk would better serve Whether it is the pompous
mankind by sublimating shield of a five-star general, or
their unnatural and the blue jeans/sweat shirt outfit
perverse instincts to of a university student,
dominate and rule to the something which is in
playing of chess or consonance with a higher order
Monopoly. These warped offers a neither true nor right
characters need to divert strength and belongingness
their rudimentary forms especially to those in search of
and thwarted desires to identity and devoid of a feeling
another destination: of inner stability. Frequently
healthy for them and all short of the sentience of an
men and women. They interior steadfastness when I
need to know what attended St. Bonaventure
motivates them. They University, I wore my military
need to know why they garments, which presented an
make the most formidable unvarying appearance of
of cowards, for it is these surface, pattern or color,
same individuals—so seeking a proper situation
convinced of the which I had felt the want of. In
reasonableness of battle varying degrees, my military
tactics and campaign garb made me consistent in
charts and standard conduct or opinion, and offered
operating procedures and me the security and comfort of
planning specialties the United States Army. I wore
(artistic war experts!)—who my greens proudly as a cadet
fall apart the easiest during in the Reserve Officers’ Training
the duress of battle. When Corps at St. Bonaventure
their by-the-book rules and University and later as a
regulations fail to serve not second then first lieutenant in
only the realities of battle the real (regular) army.
and war, but the actualities (Paradoxically, a uniform is a
of life, do they then sink potentially dangerous
into the quagmires of instrument. It commands
frustration and despair “respect,” automatic
which for so long they have duteousness. And it serves
fought to sidestep through propagandistic causes very
their fastidiousness and well. If one knows not what
resolute spirits. doctrines or causes surround
the appeal of the uniform, the
uniform may serve to hoodwink
and confuse. Adolf Hitler, a with life and St. Bonaventure
dandy dresser in his pre-war University.
activities, wore a simple—
emperor’s uniform, so to speak I needed to belong. I needed
—when he lead Germany along my identity. I needed to be
the path of his perverted devoted to something. I
destructiveness.) needed to cause, to effectuate.
The uniform of the United
My uniform attracted women, States Army temporarily
gave me a raison d’etre, and satisfied this existential
helped me surface above the craving. I needed to show my
childishness of basketball mother and father, my sister,
euphoria, drunkenness (illicit my brothers, my girlfriend, my
drugs were not on the scene as neighbors, my society, my
yet), and Playboy masturbatory country, my world purview…
sojourns in the lavatory of MYSELF!!! My uniform helped
Devereux Hall. me participate in a cause
beyond the simplicity of my
It was exhilarating to polish own indifference and
brass with Brasso, and spend loneliness. It helped me cover
hours spit-shining my shoes myself with a fixture designed
and boots until not just the tips to protect not only my being,
but the whole outer coverings but the essences of the
of my feet glistened with the fraternity of individuals in this
caked layers of black polish world who required my
which had seeped into the supervision and leadership and
pores of rough leather to support when I played the role
assume a glabrous, glass-like of officer.
finish. Even the visor of my
officer’s cap was spit-shined! In Vietnam, in the field, our
My gig line (the belt buckle fatigues were exchanged and
aligned with the fold over the burnt after seven to ten days’
trouser’s zipper)and the use. The armpits were stained
placement of my officer brass with patches of white—salt
insignia were STRAC (Stategic tablets having sweated on
Air Command, but also through the santeen material
jargonish for “in perfect to blotch the hollows under our
order”). Ready for inspection. arms. Boots were never
On line. Combat serviceable. shined, there was no brass to
Perfect. I was the best of polish, we wore scratched and
adherents: loyal, believing, dented steel helmets, and most
proud, sensitive, and bored
of the time we were unshaven them. I witnessed violations of
and dirty—stinkingly soiled. the Geneva Convention and I
witnessed illegal liberties—
Above and beyond the illusive taken under the pretext of war
look of the uniform—in combat condition red—to commit
or out of it—I had incorporated inhuman, immoral and insane
the ideals of a conduct which I deeds. And to point further to
would defend in razzle-dazzle this ridiculousness, I saw
regalia or in putrid-smelling Roman Catholic chaplains bless
military work clothes. I took B-52 bombers!
seriously my pledge to defend
the Constitution of the United
States of America, and it was Most officers I encountered in
always my intention to try to Vietnam were interested in
help innocent people fight their promotion opportunities,
against the horrors of their next duty station, their
centralized control by an whisky and beer, their pay
autocratic authority. I learned checks, and their futile efforts
quickly in Vietnam that I had to make a year’s time pass
been suckered into another faster than it was meant to go
form of totalitarianism, and by. The Vietnam tour was a
when I left Camh Ranh Bay and thing to get over with. No one
Vietnam never to return once approached the Vietnam ordeal
more, I hoped that I would not perceiving it to be an action of
have to wear my uniform salvation and redemption.
again, and I was ashamed that Everyone knew that the excuse
I had ever put it on. to penetrate violently the
sovereignty of Vietnam was
C1. After the military ball, I just a political smoke screen to
searched exhaustively to meet induce others to participate in
a United States Army officer the imperialistic manipulation
who expressed verbally ideals of a decidedly weaker group of
which would “defend the peoples and nations who
principles of democracy, and lacked the ability and force to
the God-given right of all men preserve their own cultures and
(and women?) to live in destinies against intrusion by
freedom and peace.” And if the two desperate superpower
actions speak louder than totalitarianisms of this world:
words, I never saw an all-out defunct respect for the
effort to help people in inalienable rights of the
Vietnam, but I did see actions individual, and passé deference
to abuse them and to exploit
to the equitable distribution of exploding artillery rounds or
economic goods. 122mm rockets.
31 January 2003
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