Saturday, March 10, 2012

Anthony writes now. This morning, we found this note laying on the floor:

We hav Bracking Noos.

the taon sqar is Brock
We hav lots of chinschrucshn veeickls.

But nuthing.


Translation:

We have breaking news.

The town square is broken.
We have lots of construction vehicles.

But nothing.


I'm pretty sure that's an Anthony haiku about the plight of a Lego village the kids built and then destroyed, which is really a metaphor for the circular nature of life and the universe, and the ephemeral nature of material possessions in the larger scheme.

But nuthing.

Friday, July 08, 2011

Email from the wife:

Subject: Your children...

Have just devised a plan to resurrect the Titanic. They are going to divert a tornado to wash away all of the water, then there will be a giant canyon and they can just go get the Titanic - without the use of submarines or anything. Mari is worried about the sharks dying. Anthony has decided that the entire universe will be covered with water and he will call God down back to earth to help us.Okay, it has gotten out of control. Aliens have been brought in...

Thursday, June 02, 2011

In my younger years I maybe made the pronouncement that running long distances was the act of a crazy person. So, of course, I now run long distances on a regular basis. Probably means I'm crazy.

However, there are worse ways to give to charity, if you have the means, than to pay to participate in races in your area, see the sights, and get in a workout. For example, the one we did last week was the Amy Thompson Run for Brain Injury in south Kansas City. (For the record, I placed 11th in my age group and 120th overall.)

If you are interested in such things--there are walks and kid runs too--this is a pretty good page for finding races in your state.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Of course the local reporter picked our kids out of the crowd at the airport. So now they have all been on TV:



Merry Christmas to you all.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Anthonyisms, Part 7,682:

This past weekend all three of our children had their first sleepover at a friend's place. Our understanding is that the kids got a solid fifteen minutes of sleep, so all went well on that front.

In the morning, while the wife and I were making our way to pick them up, the kids went to a park near the house where they were staying. The park was at a church, and it had a ship or ark of some sort on the playground for the kids. The mast of the ship, of course, was a cross.

So Anthony, who goes to a Catholic preschool and is thus familiar with the key theological issues relating to Christianity, leans out one of the windows of the ship to talk to the adults standing nearby.

"Do you see that cross," he says.

"Yes," they reply.

"We killed Jesus," he says, "and took his pirate ship."

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A Once Upon a Time Story,

by Anthony

Once upon a time there was a rabbit inside a monkey cage, and there was a banana on the rabbit and the monkey wanted it and took the banana and ate it. Then the rabbit cried and the monkey went and looked for more bananas and the rabbit looked for carrots and couldn't find any carrots. The monkey found a big pile of bananas and ate all the bananas because he was hungry, and the rabbit didn't find the carrots because he was at the zoo. But there was a giraffe and it was eating leaves and the rabbit said that rabbits don't eat leaves, they eat carrots. But then the rabbit found the guy that worked at the zoo and the guy went and got the rabbit carrots.

Then the monkey was in his cave and ate all the bananas and he was very hungry so he had a big pile of mud. And there was a pig who went by the squirrel and they saw the mud but it wasn't really mud, it was water on top of the mud, and the monkey drank up all the water in his cave. But then the monkey ate all of the hair, all of the hair on the polar bears, but the polar bears didn't want the hair so they were very happy when the monkeys ate all of the hair. And then the monkeys climbed into their bunk beds and went to sleep.

The End.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Heard at the table tonight:

Daddy: "Eat your sandwich."
Mari: "It's not my favorite!"

Anthony: "I ate my whole sandwich. I chewed it up into little bits and pieces. Like a hammerhead shark. Hammerhead sharks chew things up into little bits and pieces."

Anthony: "Mommy and Daddy, I'm going to eat all of the pudding cups in the whole entire world. Then keep buying them and bringing them home to me. Even 100,000. I mean all 10. That means keep buying them. And then when I eat all ten of them, I will feel a lot better."

Anthony: "Mommy, look what's on your head."
Mommy: "What's on my head?"
Anthony: "A Transformer."
Dominic: "April Fools!"
Anthony loudly hums soundtrack from Transformers 2.

Anthony: "Wet and sticky! That gives me an idea."

Book news. From now on, all book news will be on a page only for the book, which can be found here: A Nation Forged in War.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Book. For the time being, this is a running post for material on the book:

Thomas Bruscino, A Nation Forged in War: How World War II Taught Americans to Get Along (Knoxville: University of Tennessee Press, 2010).

Description

“Thomas Bruscino’s important study helps to demystify the experience of World War II in America by showing that the war fostered greater toleration among many white ethnic and religious groups in America but was also marked by continued racism and questionable moral practices on the part of the generation that fought.”
— John Bodnar, Chancellor’s Professor of History, Indiana University

World War II shaped the United States in profound ways, and this new book—the first in the Legacies of War series—explores one of the most significant changes it fostered: a dramatic increase in ethnic and religious tolerance. A Nation Forged in War is the first full-length study of how large-scale mobilization during the Second World War helped to dissolve long-standing differences among white soldiers of widely divergent backgrounds.

Never before or since have so many Americans served in the armed forces at one time: more than 15 million donned uniforms in the period from 1941 to 1945. Thomas Bruscino explores how these soldiers’ shared experiences—enduring basic training, living far from home, engaging in combat—transformed their views of other ethnic groups and religious traditions. He further examines how specific military policies and practices worked to counteract old prejudices, and he makes a persuasive case that throwing together men of different regions, ethnicities, religions, and classes not only fostered a greater sense of tolerance but also forged a new American identity. When soldiers returned home after the war with these new attitudes, they helped reorder what it meant to be white in America.

Using the presidential campaigns of Al Smith in 1928 and John F. Kennedy in 1960 as bookend events, Bruscino notes a key change in religious bias. Smith’s defeat came at the end of a campaign rife with anti-Catholic sentiment; Kennedy’s victory some three decades later proved that such religious bigotry was no longer an insurmountable obstacle. Despite such advances, Bruscino notes that the growing broad-mindedness produced by the war had limits: it did not extend to African Americans, whose own struggle for equality would dramatically mark the postwar decades.

Extensively documented, A Nation Forged in War is one of the few books on the social and cultural impact of the World War II years. Scholars and students of military, ethnic, social, and religious history will be fascinated by this groundbreaking new volume.

Thomas Bruscino is the author of Out of Bounds: Transnational Sanctuary in Irregular Warfare. His work has also been published in Military Review and War & Society. He is assistant professor of history at the U.S. Army School of Advanced Military Studies at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.
Here is the UT Press webpage.

The book is available for purchase at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

It has been noted online by Instapundit, at the Chronicle of Higher Education, HEPPAS Books, and Sir Read A Lot Reviews Books.

Here is a WorldCat page for it, to help track many of the libraries that have it.

It has also been featured at The Page 99 Test and in an article from Adams State College. On June 1, 2010, the book received the U.S. Army Command and General Staff College Golden Pen Award.

On another note, I feel I must mention that my two and a half year old daughter has developed a new technique for trying to get what she wants. She will try to do something she is not supposed to, for example get into candy in a bowl on the counter. We will tell her no. She will then tell us "Don't see me!" and then try again.

Feel free to use that one at work.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

I cannot believe there is any doubt. Of course the Browns have to fire Eric Mangini and move on. Here's the deal, the Browns beat terrible Chiefs and Raiders teams. I went to the Chiefs game, and I can assure you that had the KC receivers not just blatantly dropped multiple passes, they would have won the game. And while I am giddy that the Browns finally beat the Squeelers and pleased that they beat the Jags, both those games were played in ridiculously cold conditions that greatly hindered the passing game. That didn't matter for the Browns, because they were so incompetant passing the ball that it was not an issue. Look, even the "discovery" of Jerome Harrison is actually an indication of incompetence--Harrison should have been handed the ball a long time ago, by Crennel and Mangini. It took injuries for them to realize that a guy who averages over 5 yards a carry and reminds me of Priest Holmes should get the ball 20 times a game. Even then, it was disgusting to watch the team waste Harrison's running by complete ineptitude in the passing game. As far as I know, they didn't even try a play action pass in those last four games. I know they didn't against the Chiefs.

But leaving all that aside, there's no way that an offensive guy like Holmgren is going to stand for the goat rope we had this year on the offensive side of the ball. So he is going to all but install an offense and/or name an offensive coordinator. How's that going to work? Will the new guy report to Holmgren or Mangini? We all know how it will seem, especially given how much control Mangini demanded and got this past year.

Which brings us to another issue that Mike cannot ignore: Mangini's reputation. The word is out, and very few players in the league want to play for a chubby non-football playing control freak who does not win consistently. Since good ole Eric went and traded away or alienated all the skilled Pro Bowl offensive players (Winslow, Edwards, Lewis) this past year, the Browns need to draw players in free agency, and they won't be competitive with Mangini as coach. Sorry, he's gotta go.

Now let's go get Gruden, keep Ryan as the DC, and turn this thing around.

A few years back, a fellow historian who I had met and befriended when we were on a conference panel together at the Society for Military History introduced me to a journalist friend of his who had some questions about historical issues relating to the U.S. Army. I helped him out as much as I could, although frankly he's a smart enough guy that he didn't need me much. As evidence, he now writes pretty regularly for the Atlantic Monthly. Here's his latest, "SimCity Baghdad." His name is Brian Mockenhaupt. I've mentioned him before, but look him up again (here's a recent sample). He's rapidly becoming the most fair, most informed, and simply the best journalist covering the military today.

Finally, it took a while, but I have finally come of age as a hobbit. Now I go eat ice cream cake.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

We started with an antipasti lunch, beginning with shrimp cocktail, with the cocktail sauce made from roasted tomatillos. Then we had red peppers stuffed with tuna (from a jar). We made baccala, of course. Next came fried calamari, which I had never tried at home before. We went with calamari fritti arrabiata, based loosely on the recipe at a restaurant called Paravicini's in Colorado Springs. Unbelievable. Even my wife liked it, and she does not eat seafood.



Tonight we're having linguini with clams and mussels, and also ricotta gnocchi--my wife's grandmother's recipe (kind of like this one), made with buffalo ricotta from Italy . We'll have our family red sauce with meatballs (beef, pork, lamb) and sausage, but the sauce this time got the addition of anchovies.



That's seven total, for the Feast of the Seven Fishes. We mixed it up some, but it's a traditional Italian American thing to do on this day. Cause it's snowing outside, my folks are in town, there are three very excited kids waiting for the big guy, and it is just such an important night.



Merry Christmas everyone.

Monday, December 07, 2009

One from City Journal. Mark Riebling reviews Paul Johnson's new biography of Churchill. Riebling finds the book surprisingly lacking, but does a nice job himself of getting at the complexity of the twentieth century's essential man.

Two from City Journal. "Romantic Science," by Michael Knox Beran, a review of Richard Holmes, The Age of Wonder: How the Romantic Generation Discovered the Beauty and Terror of Science. Beran writes:

If Enlightenment thinkers built on the metaphor of the well-ordered machine, the Romantics sought to understand the spark that makes a thing live, whether it be a human being, a work of art, or a nation-state. The framers of the American Constitution were deeply influenced by the Enlightenment and labored to perfect a republican mechanics of checks and balances. Bismarck and Lincoln, by contrast, grew up reading the Romantic poets and conceived of their nations as organic growths. The German nation was for Bismarck a living thing, with a right “to exist, to breathe, to be united.” Lincoln, in the Gettysburg Address, described the foundation of the United States as a species of live birth: the republic was “conceived in liberty” and “brought forth” by the “fathers.” Like a human being, the nation was capable of undergoing a second, spiritual birth, “a new birth of freedom.”

The organic vitalism of the Romantics did something to correct what Cardinal Newman called the “dry and superficial” thinking of the eighteenth century. But the Romantic approach held its own dangers. It is one thing to seek the secret of life, another to dabble in diablerie. Romantic wonder is closely connected to Romantic nightmare. The literary monsters of Byron, Beckford, and Mary Shelley find a political counterpart in the monstrous qualities of Bismarck’s German Reich, and perhaps a scientific one in the temptations of today’s genetic technology. It’s easy to play God, but difficult to keep hold of one’s beast.
Reading this, it's almost as if he believes there was something like Western civilization. How dare he impose his narrative structures on the chaos of existence? What power structure is he trying to impose under the guise of "understanding"? How topical am I for questioning postmodernism a decade after the fact? How many rhetorical questions can I ask in a row before it becomes obnoxious?

Three from City Journal. Also from Beran, "Can the Polis Live Again?", an essay on public spaces through a critique of Hannah Arendt. I confess that I have not done my due diligence in reading Arendt, so this blurb stood out to me:

Studying Eichmann in the dock, Arendt concluded that he was not an evil genius but a fool: “Despite all the efforts of the prosecution, everybody could see that this man was not a ‘monster,’ but it was difficult indeed not to suspect that he was a clown.” He was “genuinely incapable of uttering a single sentence that was not a cliché,” Arendt wrote; in his aphasic helplessness, he could but repeat, in “officialese” (“my only language,” he said), the formulas he had learned to parrot. “The longer one listened to him, the more obvious it became that his inability to speak was closely connected to his inability to think.”
Unfortunately, her description of Eichmann sounds all too familiar to me in my professional life. Before anyone panics out there, let's not go too far with the parallels. The U.S. military is not producing a bunch of Nazis--the banality of Eichmann's evil, not the evil itself, is at issue here. Arendt, had she a greater sense of humor--or art, as Beran points out--could have beaten Scott Adams to the punch. I don't work with the SS, our banalities are benign, but I am definitely in a Dilbert world, where the repetition of cliches replaces thinking all the time.

Finally, a reminder that the book will be out by the early spring. It's called A Nation Forged in War: How World War II Taught Americans to Get Along, and it's about how military service in World War II led to widespread tolerance among white ethnic and religious groups in the United States. Think I can get City Journal to review it?

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Conversations with children.

"Daddy."

"Yes son?"

"The bulldozer...Anthony and me...the pusher bulldozer...it's stuck."

"You mean Anthony and I...nevermind. Where is it stuck?"

"Under that...uh...long thing."

"Use your words."

"Under the...uh...the...coupon."

"You mean futon?"

"Yeah. It's under that."

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Captured at breakfast recently:



Reminder: He is three years old, and that is from memory, and he did it completely on his own.

In case you would like to check his accuracy, here's the speech from the movie:

Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony. But like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called... Earth.
I guess we'll take him to see part two.

Just imagine if we used his powers for good.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Random Stuff:

*I hate Pittsburgh. Seriously, I hate the frickin Steelers. Of course the hatred is fueled by the ineptness of my team, but we are going to turn it around any decade now, then maybe I won't hate the Steelers so much. Nah.

*We get it, the clydesdale's granddaddy came to America from Scotland, found his love, worked his way onto the Budweiser team, and then passed on the job to his progeny. Living the American dream. Very touching. So why did his grandson have a Scottish accent?

*My son Anthony is pretty sure mosquitos--he calls them "mocheetos"--are bad guys, which seems like a solid conclusion. He is also pretty sure that mocheetos live in caves with strangers (who are also bad guys), and that their greatest natural enemies are cows, because "Cows eat the mocheetos," which is why there are no mocheetos in winter.

*Anthony also thinks we should get coats for ladybugs, to keep them warm so they don't come in the house when it gets cold outside.

*A final note on the Anthony front: this morning, as his mother drove him to the store to pick up some mulch, fertilizer, and other springtime goodies, Anthoyn declared that it would be a good time for us to plant a cookie tree. His mother said, "Well, okay, but I don't know if the store will have any seeds for a cookie tree." To which he said, "That's okay, we'll just plant the crumbs."

*Dominic has a girlfriend at his preschool. Her name is Sydney, and she tells her parents all the time that she is going to marry Dominic because he is such a very nice boy. There is a lot of love there. So this morning Dominic made a proposal to his mother that we offer Mary to Sydney's parents in a trade for Sydney. Dominic is now the GM for Team Bruscino.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Boy (v. 1) at his first piano recital (with a visit from a very proud little sister):

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Forgive me. Sometimes I discover a classic, and then feel compelled to tell someone, something, that it is classic. Not very enlightening, I know, but this, from A Canticle for Leibowitz, seems so true that I had to write it down:

The closer men came to perfecting for themselves a paradise, the more impatient they seemed to become with it, and with themselves as well. They made a garden of pleasure, and became progressively more miserable with it as it grew in richness and power and beauty; for then, perhaps, it was easier for them to see that something was missing in the garden, some tree or shrub that would not grow. When the world was in darkness and wretchedness, it could believe in perfection and yearn for it. But when the world became bright with reason and riches, it began to sense the narrowness of the needle's eye, and that rankled for a world no longer willing to believe or yearn.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Just heard at the dinner table, from a soon-to-be 3 year old:

"Sometimes chickens die, and we eat them with our very dangerous teeth."
Ain't that the truth?

Sunday, August 24, 2008

"God Bless America," Lyrics by Four Year Old Son:

God Bless construction,
Snow plow and back hoe.
Construction dumptruck, and green crane,
Dumptruck forklift tractor trailer bulldozer.
From the 'struction, to the forklift,
Construction, Con-struc-tion
God bless America, 'struction construction.
God bless America, 'struction construction.
I'm not kidding. I could not have made that up.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Dear diary: You are of course a diary now more than ever, because you exist only as a way for me to capture snippets of my life as it speeds by, and less to inform others what I find interesting. The capturing is so hard, because those snippets are so slippery. Because for me expression in writing takes so much effort. I wish that I could sit down and tap away unconsciously--be what my military colleagues call an "unconsciously competant" diarist--but, alas, I cannot. It is work, work I should, I know, I know, embrace, with the hope that it will get easier. But I can't help but think that even though there are infinite permutations in the way to arrange words to make sense in this and any other language, my scribbling is still a finite resource, and that I'll use it up in efforts such as these.

This is no paranoid delusion or false modesty. An example of my all too obvious shortcomings in this vein is painfully current. Your humbled diarist recently wrote in a book review that "Any attempts to democratize those who have no experience with democracy, particularly in the aftermath of war, are bound to yield glaring failures and quiet successes, the loss of traditions, good and bad, and the acquisition of habits, destructive and productive. All of this should sound familiar—-a cold comfort, perhaps, but a comfort nonetheless." Then came this these lines from a nearly contemporaneous essay: "That is not to say the American mind for war is amoral, but rather that morality, like so many other aspects of American thought, is pragmatic. If wars can be won by bombing military targets with as few casualties as possible, Americans will seize the chance. If wars can be won by capturing capital cities or winning decisive battles without involving civilians, wonderful. But if not, the American mind for war dictates that attacks grow steadily more devastating to enemy armies and then enemy populations until they have no choice but to give up the fight. The sooner the war ends in victory, the better--for everyone, but especially for us. It is brutal logic, but logical nevertheless." The words are not the same, but same enough nonetheless.

So I do not write everyday, a la Lileks, lest the writing well, already shallow, dry up completely. Still, the need to capture something pushes me from time to time to make the journey across the web to Blogger, to begin posts based on favored readings rather than my own musings. Perhaps recording what readings I fancied will fill in, in some way, for what I cannot write. Maybe I can get ahold of a few of those snippets, wily, sneaky, slippery bastards they might be.

The upshot of this meandering introduction is that I have any number of links and half-finished posts saved in emails and unpublished files, some of which provide glimpses into what I was thinking at the time. For example, last June (2007), I found this one:

Boys and girls, with a girl on the way. I find myself reading articles such as these with more scrutiny every day, as the Oracle at Ultrasoundia predicts a daughter in the near future. In praise of skinned knees. A modest rebellion makes me feel better.
Obviously, the Girl was born shortly thereafter, which by no means alleviated my feeling that boys can take more skinned knees and girls need more protection. I know, I know, I'm hopelessly hidebound and paternalistic. But then I am a conservative and a father, so I'm hidebound and paternalistic by definition. So there it is, I'm going to coddle my daughter more than my sons. I can't help it, and I'm not sure I want to. (The fact that she's the cutest thing ever made the daddy instinct kick in even more than I anticipated last summer. Seriously, look at this:

Who could possibly not want to coddle that?)

Of course not every link or series of links in my personal archives of failed posts and half thoughts are so directly personally relevant. Sometimes the links speak for themselves, but I did not get them out fast enough for them to be of much use. For example, back in April of this year I wrote that "two articles from the New Criterion are absolutely worth your time": "Shed No Tears," about the unquestioning worship of Native American cultures, and "Rudyard Kipling Unburdened," on the genius of the much-maligned writer. Both are behind subscriber walls, as is much of the New Criterion webpage now, but if there is access through the local library, they are very much worth any reader's time.

Then there are the old links and notes that no longer make much sense to me, if they ever did. For example, also back in April, I wrote "Why not, really? I get it. Journalists are obnoxious in so many ways," and had a link to this article about the monstrous Newseum in Washington D.C. The point? No idea. I think maybe I was going to make the case for the museum, but I'm really not sure why.

Where am I going with this? Nowhere, really. I went to Blogger today, saw some unpublished material, and could not help but ponder where I think I am in my engagement with this medium. Even as I have the chance to write more and more for more official outlets, there is still something to this place. Even for those of us who fear wasting our limited writing abilities on posts, and that we might have only fleeting relationships with our readers, these blogs, with the links to articles that we read and the small anecdotes that we pass on, feel like a record of something. And so I'll revisit them from time to time, when I feel like I have something I must record.

Which reminds of why I came here in the first place, small though it may seem. I found this article by Joseph Epstein about the decline of mainline Protestantism to be absolutely marvelous. I'm sure that says something about me, and I guess that's the point.

Friday, May 30, 2008

This is somewhat ridiculous to do, but if folks want to comment directly to me, here is the text of an article I recently had published by the Claremont Institute:

Our American Mind for War
A review of The Echo of Battle: The Army’s Way of War, by Brian McAllister Linn

The success of the surge in Iraq was entirely predictable; so too are the tough times ahead. Should we choose to stay in that war-torn land, our professional military will face new and horrible challenges from the enemy, adjust and achieve new successes that will force the terrorists to changes their tactics again. We will defeat those too. So the process will continue, as Iraq moves in fits and starts toward its own version of democratic governance that, with our ongoing assistance, will be tolerably stable.

That has been the pattern from the beginning in Iraq, where our fighting men and women conquered a conventional force in the dizzyingly successful initial campaign, then were surprised by the part-criminal, part-ideological insurgency that followed. They adjusted and crushed the large-unit insurgents, faced a new threat from small-unit insurgents using booby traps, and adjusted again to limit the effectiveness of such attacks. Seeing the hostile elements turn toward localized attacks on civilian populations to try to foment civil war they adjusted once again with the surge to provide localized security for Iraqi civilians. And all this was done while training Iraqis to do the job themselves.

Our professional military has long been an adept at this move-countermove dance of small wars, be they on the Indian frontier or in distant lands like the Philippines, Afghanistan, or Iraq. But you wouldn't know that to follow the news over the past five years. You wouldn't even know it to listen to the professionals themselves, who are suffering through an ongoing existential crisis over their own perceived failings. So the questions need asking: from where does this knee-jerk self-criticism come? What is it about the American mind at war that leads to such a stunning lack of perspective?

* * *

In 1973, as the United States ended its participation in another unpopular war, Russell Weigley published an enormously influential study of American military history. The American Way of War had at its heart the captivating idea that Americans at war preferred above all else to annihilate their enemies through direct confrontation on the battlefield. It was a heritage originated by Ulysses S. Grant in the Civil War, and it reached its pinnacle in the blood-soaked clashes of World War II. Sure, there were other options—campaigns of maneuver, for example—but annihilation, that was the American way of war.

A concept like this, as historian Edmund S. Morgan has written, is a metaphor, one that resists empirical confirmation and instead draws its power from the author's ability to persuade the reader that it makes sense. Metaphors raise history above the level of trivia and allow it to provide explanation. The most powerful explanations become traditions, and those traditions set expectations and inform actions. So powerful was Weigley's metaphor that he unintentionally helped convince a generation of military leaders that annihilation was exactly how Americans fought wars in the past and, just as important, should fight wars in the future.

Not surprisingly, recent years have seen a spate of challenges to Weigley's thesis. U.S. Army War College professor Antulio Echevarria has maintained that what Weigley diagnosed, and what America practices, is only a way of battle, because Americans give very little attention to linking battlefield victories with strategic interests. The Savage Wars of Peace, Max Boot's study of America's small wars, posited that such conflicts had as much or more to do with an American way of war and rise to world power than Weigley's big conventional wars. Historian John Grenier looked further back into the pre-revolutionary era to the colonists' bloody and destructive campaigns of extirpation against the Indians, campaigns that constituted what he calls America's "first way of war." British iconoclast Jeremy Black has noted that there is nothing particularly unique in the Western world about the way Americans fight, denying altogether the existence of an exceptional American way of war.

Into this discussion steps Brian McAllister Linn with The Echo of Battle, a highly critical history of the U.S. Army's expectations and preparations for war since the Revolution. Agreeing with Echevarria that the American way of war was really a way of battle, and not satisfied with a single unified way in any case, Linn divides Army thinkers into three distinct groups: Guardians, Heroes, and Managers. Guardians enjoyed special preeminence in the 19th century with their focus on coastal defense supported by cutting edge technologies. They saw the primary goal of the military as deterring war. Heroes challenged the guardians by rejecting technological determinism and emphasizing the intangibles of conflict. They saw war as art rather than science, and thought individual genius and inspiring leadership from military officers the keys to victory in war. Managers rose to prominence in the 20th century as the purveyors of the belief that preparing for modern industrial war was essentially an organizational problem, and that only through efficiency in mobilization could the American military be effective on the battlefield. Although he favors the Heroes' emphasis on the human element in war, Linn excoriates all three schools for their repeated failures in forecasting future wars. Since his focus is on peacetime preparations and not the wars themselves, it is unclear how he thinks Americans managed to do so well for so long, but be that as it may, Linn's work is an essential addition to the debate.

Where does that leave us? Given this catalogue of interpretations, little wonder that some (like historian Michael Pearlman) have thrown their hands up and declared that the host of competing interest groups, ideologies, and personalities in our pluralist democracy inhibits coherent strategy-making, leaving us to muddle through, hoping for the best. And what has the Iraq war looked like but muddling through? The American way of war, the metaphor that once so ably explained our warmaking, has lost its power, and without that explanation we've gone adrift, cut loose from our anchor of tradition.

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Or perhaps not. The ways of war, some of which seem to be diametrically opposed, are in fact linked by a common consideration. Professor Echevarria was not wrong in his critique; Weigley's way of war was only a description of how America fights, offering little consideration about why it fought that way. That is true for all the ways of war mentioned here. And this is where the metaphor fails, because the common consideration lies in the "why." Why did Grant seek to annihilate the rebel armies in the field? Why did the wars of the frontier so often turn into wars of extirpation? Why did the small wars for American power fly for so long under the radar? Why did Guardians believe they needed to protect the coasts first? Why did Heroes lean so heavily on charisma? Why did Managers feel compelled to organize and reorganize America's fighting forces?

The answer, at its root, is the same for all of these questions. American political and military leaders have long understood that they must contend with the inescapable and unique reality of the American democratic polity, a population that is collectively quick to anger though individually hesitant to go to war. Americans as a group have a way of life that they jealously defend, so much so that they cannot stand to see it diminished by real or imagined losses. That same way of life that is so worth defending makes the peacetime homefront an enormously attractive place. Americans have from the beginning distrusted standing armies because of the inherent threat such armies present to republican government, but even more so because standing armies require soldiers, and Americans are too caught up in their own lives to be soldiers. If Americans must take up arms to defend what they hold dear, they demand victory, and that it come soon. That consideration, more than any other, is at the core of the American mind for war.

Grant knew it, and he fought relentless campaigns because he understood that in a people's war there was no way to get himself and his men home short of annihilating the rebel armies, particularly Lee's army, in the field. The fighting men on the frontier turned to wiping out Indian villages when it became clear that the Indians would not stand and fight and accept the outcome of ordered battles, and certainly not on a schedule acceptable to farmer-militiamen who had to get back to their crops. Small overseas wars usually did not involve civilians, so Americans did not thoroughly concern themselves with the course of such conflicts, and generally forgot about them when they were over. Guardians saw coastal fortifications, an aggressive navy, and air power as the only available options for protecting America given the polity's aversion to service. Heroes hoped personal leadership and individual acumen could inspire troops mobilized for war, and thus overcome the citizen-soldiers' woeful lack of experience. And at least in the old days, Managers prepared to rapidly and effectively mobilize a society that did not want to prepare in peace and or stay at war for very long.

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Because of this American mind for war, America's conflicts have fallen into two broad types: professional wars and citizen wars. Professional wars were small wars fought by the volunteer standing military, in which professionals were left alone to do their job. Citizen wars, on the other hand, drew in the American public—through conscription, mass voluntary enlistment, or direct attacks on the population—and thus had to be won quickly. That is not to say the American mind for war is amoral, but rather that morality, like so many other aspects of American thought, is pragmatic. If wars can be won by bombing military targets with as few casualties as possible, Americans will seize the chance. If wars can be won by capturing capital cities or winning decisive battles without involving civilians, wonderful. But if not, the American mind for war dictates that attacks grow steadily more devastating to enemy armies and then enemy populations until they have no choice but to give up the fight. The sooner the war ends in victory, the better-for everyone, but especially for us. It is brutal logic, but logical nevertheless.

If the circumstances of Vietnam and the current conflict have created disaffection among Americans, it is because they violated the American mind for war. The draft made Vietnam a citizen war, but the United States could not ramp up the brutality because of the threat of escalation to a conventional or nuclear war with the Soviet Union. The conundrum of Vietnam short-circuited the American mindset for warfare so totally that it sent spasms of discontent through American society and culture that can still be felt, well beyond even strategic after-effects like the Weinberger/Powell Doctrine and Vietnam Syndrome.

The current war is disconcerting in its own ways, because the precipitating incident on 9/11 did draw the civilian population into the war. Then the initial rhetoric from just about everyone about the Global War on Terrorism linked the conflict to great citizen wars of the past, and the American public became engaged emotionally. Yet the country did not mobilize in any meaningful way. Whatever their feelings about Afghanistan and Iraq, the citizenry never felt the pain of separating from their peacetime lives. The military has fought the war with the professional force that has kept the brutality to a minimum—probably even to the extent that it has hampered their fighting effectiveness. This feels like citizen war, but it is being fought like a professional war, which drives the American mind for war half-mad.

Of course this American mind for war is just another metaphor, meant to explain rather than guide. There is nothing about this explanation that should be interpreted as a step-by-step guide to war the American way. There are no easy answers. Rather, it is a warning that we have a mindset for conflict with which we must always grapple when we go to war. If we accept that reality then perhaps we can gain a much-needed sense of perspective. The alternative, as we know all too well from five years of petty rancor, is as ugly as it is unproductive.