I come from a long line of military service in my family dating back to American Civil War and possibly beyond but so far my father hasn't gotten much prior to the 1840s. I grew up watching the classic war films from the 50s and 60s on TNT, especially on Memorial Day Weekend. Both my grandfathers served in WWII but never talked that much about it, not because they had bad memories of it but more because they were what we referred to nowadays as General Support MOSs and just did their part as they said (my Mom's Dad was a Company Clerk in a Medical Evacuation Unit spending more time on a ship traversing the Atlantic bringing the severely wounded back from the ETO then actually in theater; my father's Dad served at the end of the war in the Coast Guard). My father's uncle served as a Company Commander of a Tank Company in the 3rd Armored Division. I never met him, but my father told me stories that he told him and it was eye opening. The one that I took to heart was how he explained to my father how he rose from a lowly Private to commanding a Company which he said 'If you didn't die, you just kept getting promoted to replace those that were killed.' I had other uncles serve in Vietnam, two of which were killed. When I enlisted, I was the first to do so in thirty years. I went because I really wanted to be a Soldier, I didn't know that five months and five days later the US would be at war.
When Iraq kicked off, I was part of the follow-up forces (4th Infantry Division) and was pissed that we missed out on a lot of the heavy fighting and was regulated to mopping up skirmishes. Remember standing around on the outskirts of Tikrit after taking Saddam's Presidential Complex just totally depressed that I missed out on the 'Real War' and my battle buddies were in agreement. *Sigh* If we only had known what was to come later on we probably would've wished for a straight up fight then what we found ourselves in. I spent nearly four years there; going from a wide-eye, 'let's get 'em' attitude Private in '03 to a tired and dejected Squad Leader that had lost all faith in what we were doing there by '09. That last deployment I was bumping heads with everyone with that wide-eye, 'let's get 'em' attitude, and of course Sadr's last uprising in March '08 didn't really help my perspective at all. I got reprimanded by my Company CO when he asked me what my primary mission was there, to which I replied 'to get everyone in my squad back home to their families and loved ones' to which he asked what was my secondary and I replied 'to help get everyone in this company back home to their families and loved ones'. He paused for a second and then asked me about my third to which I said 'to get my ass home in one piece, sir.' He informed me I had the wrong mindset and that we were there to help to people of Iraq to which I said, 'Sir, with all due respect, but I don't give a flying ^()_@ about them anymore. I hate everything about them and everything about this God forsaken hellhole part of the world. I only feel bad for the kids because they don't know any better.'
Looking back at then, I really thought we were the good guys in '03, over throwing Saddam and his brutal regime and freeing the populace from him. But all we did was create a power vacuum. We caused all the grief and suffering that came later and because of it we gave birth to something even more brutal years after the last troops left in Dec '11. I never served in Afghanistan, but with both countries on both fronts, we look back at it now and say 'what was it all for?' Twenty years of fighting and for what?
Diane you stated 'I have zero interest and there is a kind of taboo attached to it, as if it was a glorification of war, which of course is a nono.'
As one who has seen that Beast, I can tell you this without a doubt in my mind that there is no glory in war. War is all encompassing and a Beast that devours everything it encounters without remorse or pity and transforms civilize humans back to their most primitive state of mind - survival. Anyone who has seen it and lived it, hopes that our children will never endure what we had to endure. But, as a fictional war veteran once said, 'But it ain't your country who asks you; it's a few men up top who want it. Old men start it, young men fight it, nobody wins, everybody in the middle dies, and nobody tells the truth!'
I look fondly back at my fellow brothers and sisters, we were asked to do a job without question and we did so. You called it 'the glory days and brotherhood, patriotism and loyalty, the good fight'. I thought I was part of the good fight, but now I know we were just lied to by the politicians for some alternate motive that only time will tell. No victory parades down through Time Square for us.
I don't collect any modern military figures since I have no desire. I do collect WWII figures although, not because of my family history but because of my wife's family history. Most of her family on her father's side still resided in Germany in the 30s, but her grandparents on her father's side left in 1932 for the United States. They did go back for a family reunion in 1936 (I found a photo album when we were cleaning out her father's place after he passed away). Since then we've been researching her side of the family and it's been fairly eye opening experience. So its more of honoring both sides of our families that found themselves on opposite sides, only for their following kin to meet up decades later that I collect them. The same goes for my ancestors that fought in the American Civil War.
I don't think there is anything political above, just my perspective since I really don't like any politicians. If there is anything just let me know or I'm sure the Admins will edit it out.