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http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/story.hts/editorial/outlook/1854768

Too much war TV producing combat fatigue

By ELLEN GOODMAN

April 5, 2003, 11:35PM

On a famous July morning in 1861, about 500 civilians packed up lunches and drove their carriages from Washington to Bull Run. They went to watch the war begin.

It is said that one woman heard a cannon from the distance and exclaimed, "That is splendid. Oh my! Is that not first-rate? I guess we will be in Richmond this time tomorrow."

I first read that scene with a shake of my college-student head: What were they thinking? Hours later, there were 3,000 Union soldiers and 1,750 Confederates dead. Did those civilians think that war was literally a picnic? That dying and killing was a spectator sport?

Now I am a spectator. I wake up and turn on the war. I come home, eat dinner, then watch the war.

Two weeks ago when the combat drama began, we vowed to shock and awe; we believed we would be greeted by defecting Iraqi soldiers and cheering crowds. Stocks went up.

Did we really think we would get the war without the hell? Will some future student shake her head and ask, "What were they thinking?"

In Pew Center surveys, the number of Americans who thought the war was going well plunged from 71 percent to 38 percent - in the first week. The surveys charted increased unhappiness, sadness, fear among the spectators.

For once I agree with the hawks and talk-show hosts who disparage the second-guessing. Imagine D-Day being subject to 24/7 analysts. But many of the people who now condemn others for impatience are the very ones who promised a swift war.

It cannot be said often enough that what makes this war different from all others is that we are in it, 24/7, up close and personal. An administration so image-conscious that it brought in a set designer to create the TV stage for briefings in Qatar also allowed reporters with cameras or laptops on the battlefield.

The choreographers also created a specific role for our troops to play before the worldwide and world-wise audience: soldier as good guy, humanitarian, liberator. But we watch a narrative unfold that cannot be neatly controlled.

We learn about soldiers who put their lives in danger to rescue an old Iraqi woman wounded in the crossfire on a bridge. And we learn about a van full of dead women and children because, "You just (expletive) killed a family because you didn't fire a warning shot soon enough!"

We learn about weapons as precise as possible. And about a devastated market in Baghdad. We learn about a suicide bomber in one taxi. And three other taxis destroyed, with or without reason.

While Americans watch one channel, moreover, the Middle East watches another. Our coalition is their invader. The people we call "suicide bombers" they call "martyrs."

And all this happens while American deaths are still in double digits, before any chemical warfare and before any of our soldiers go into urban combat in Baghdad with a camera following the action.

Ernie Pyle, the famed World War II correspondent, wrote of his eagerness to get to the front: "I want to get close enough just a couple of times to get good and scared."

Years later, after he was killed, someone found a draft of a column written for V-E day. There was not much glory left. It read in part, "Dead men by mass production - in one country after another - month after month and year after year. Dead men in winter and dead men in summer. To you at home they are columns of figures, or he is a near one who went away and just didn't come back. ... We saw him. Saw him by the multiple thousands. That's the difference."

Are we erasing the difference? The better to see war?

Remember when Vietnam veterans shared a bumper sticker, "Vietnam was a war, not a movie"? Today Iraq is a war

and

a TV show. Up in the morning, turn on the war. We are all embedded now.

Goodman is a Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist for the Boston Globe

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