An appallingly sophomoric article from The New Republic ostensibly about the way our troops behave themselves in the war zone:

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 f***ing 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 f***ing 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. . . .

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. . . .

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 know another private who really only enjoyed driving Bradley Fighting Vehicles because it gave him the opportunity to run things over. He took out curbs, concrete barriers, corners of buildings, stands in the market, and his favorite target: dogs. Occasionally, the brave ones would chase the Bradleys, barking at them like they bark at trash trucks in America—providing him with the perfect opportunity to suddenly swerve and catch a leg or a tail in the vehicle’s tracks.

Sounds to me like the sort of thing a member of the high school newspaper team would write to shock his teachers and get attention.  Certainly this drivel isn’t journalism.

Because even if this conversation is a real one that actually took place, it only reflects on those involved in it. Not our troops as a whole.  Though all of our troops will have to cope with the impression it creates of them, which is the really pathetic part.  TNR might as well have just gone the Ted Rall route and compared our troops to suicide bombers if they really wanted to insult them and demean their service.