Humanity At Its Worst

Note from Suzanne Adair: I became interested in the topic of child soldiers last autumn. While researching an ancestor, Joseph Moseley, who’d fought for the Continental Army during the Revolutionary War, I was shocked to learn that, contrary to my family’s oral history, Joseph hadn’t joined the army in 1782, at the age of seventeen. He’d joined in 1777, when he was twelve. The outrage I felt resulted in my writing Part 1 and Part 2 of a blog post about the use of child soldiers in history. An editor at Baen Books spotted my blog posts and referred me to science fiction author Mark L. Van Name, who’d just released a novel through Baen that dealt with child soldiers. When I met Mark and heard his personal backstory for the novel, I wanted him as a blog guest. So without further ado…

Mark Van Name author photoRelevant History welcomes author Mark L. Van Name. Van Name is a writer, technologist, and spoken word performer. He has published four novels (One Jump Ahead, Slanted Jack, Overthrowing Heaven, and Children No More) plus an omnibus of the first two (Jump Gate Twist), and edited or co-edited three anthologies (Intersections, Transhuman, and The Wild Side). His fifth novel, No Going Back, will appear in 2012. He has written many short stories that have appeared in a variety of books and magazines. He has also published over a thousand articles in the computer trade press, as well as a broad assortment of essays and reviews. For more information, visit his web site, or follow his blog.

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When you begin an essay with a title like this one, you’re opening yourself to a lot of challenges. After all, we humans have committed some amazingly terrible acts, from genocide to a pretty thorough trashing of our planet. With all those choices available, picking one is pretty darn tough.

I don’t care. I have my nominee for this dubious distinction, and I’m sticking to it:

Using children as soldiers.

You can make a pretty good case, at least biologically, that the primary imperative of any species, including ours, is to perpetuate the species. Most species take this imperative a step further and protect their young until they are capable enough to protect themselves. It makes sense, after all: it does no good to spawn them if none of them survive. What kind of species instead takes immature children and instead sends them out to fight?

Why us, of course.

And we always have.

In histories of various cultures around the world, you can find mentions time and again of children either serving in war or riding along with soldiers who were heading to war. When David fights Goliath, he is a child.

In some cases, these children were, for their time, basically functioning as adults. They represent a gray area. If a culture is allowing children to marry at twelve, it stands to reason that it would also accord them other adult responsibilities, including the responsibility to fight. I don’t think either is a good plan, and I’d vote against both, but it’s at least understandable that once a boy is receiving the legal treatment of a man, he also has to carry the legal weight of a man.

Far more troubling is the practice of using children as soldiers even when the general culture defines them as children. That’s happened at many points in our history, and it’s still happening today. Best estimates place the number of child soldiers worldwide at over three hundred thousand. Three hundred thousand.

This practice is terrible.

War is brutal on adults. Ask any veteran who’s seen action.

Imagine how hard it is on children. To those who survive, the psychological damage is hard to overstate. Rehabilitating former child soldiers and reintegrating them into society is a terrifically challenging task. It’s time-consuming and expensive, and as with any other kind of rehabilitation, it’s hard work for those undergoing the treatment.

Children No More book coverIt’s also one I care deeply about. In fact, I care so deeply that it was the topic of my latest novel, Children No More. In that book, I tackle the issue on a faraway planet about five hundred years in the future. Though the story is a fast-paced adventure tale, it’s also one that shows some of the challenges of helping these children.

I care so deeply about this issue, by the way, that I am donating all the money I make from that book—my advance, ebook royalties, hardback royalties, and paperback royalties—to a charity, Falling Whistles, to help rehabilitate and reintegrate child soldiers and other war-affected children.

I care so much for two key reasons.

One is that this practice is so clearly wrong. Most human cultures throughout history have known it was wrong and not done it, yet still some persist in sending children into combat. We simply must stop doing this.

The other is that I have a personal tie to this practice. Though I was never a child soldier and never fought in war, at the age of ten my mother—with all the best of intentions to get me some male influence and some discipline—enrolled me in a paramilitary youth group. On my first day, the visiting drill instructor, a Marine home on leave from fighting in Viet Nam, screamed at me and belittled me until I cried. As punishment for the tears, he punched me in the stomach. When I fell to my knees and threw up, he ground my face in my own vomit. Later that day, I saw my first—but not my last—human ear collection and learned the rules for collecting ears from fallen opponents. As I’ve written on my blog, that was nowhere near the worst day I endured during the three years I was a member of that group and received extensive training in how to fight and how to kill.

That training happened a long time back, about forty-five years ago now, but it happened right here, in the U.S.

Children are still going to war in many countries.

Just because we’ve done it in the past, we don’t have to do it in the future. We can stop this practice, and we can help those children.

I hope we do.

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A big thanks to Mark L. Van Name. He’ll give away a signed first edition of Children No More to someone who contributes a legitimate comment on my blog this week. I’ll choose one winner from among those who comment by Friday at 6 p.m. ET. Delivery is available within the U.S. only.

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Humanity At Its Worst — 16 Comments

  1. Definitely not what we want with our morning coffee, but then the truth is often unpalatable.
    The most bizarre example of children in combat is the Army of God in Myanmar. It was a rebel group led by 12 year old twin Johnny and Luther Htoo. Something is definitely wrong when boys that age are LEADING the army.
    Kudos to Ms. Adair for enlightening us about this practice, and especially to Mr. Van Name for making a personal effort to help heal the damage.

  2. In Guatemala many of the rebels were recruited (meaning captured, trained and forced to fight) as young boys. They tended to be fearless (meaning not fully aware of the danger) and resigned to never seeing their families again. So they would attack when older wiser soldiers would retreat. In country they were know as “Los Muchachos” The young boys.

  3. Thanks for stopping by, Larry. I presume you don’t read the news with your morning coffee? The news is full of stories about conflicts throughout the world in which children are combatants.
    When 12-year-olds are in leadership positions in an army, it’s usually an indicator that most of the adults have been killed. This is an example of how using children as combatants extends an armed conflict.

  4. Thanks for the comments, Warren and Larry. I agree that it’s horrible when these young boys are joining and even leading troops. All young men feel they’re immortal, and it is always so very sad to see them proved wrong.

  5. I read your post earlier, Mark, and wanted to comment but had no words — despite already knowing of the existence of child-soldiers. Your personal experience is heart-wrenching and horrific.

  6. Y’all know that the traditional recourse for parents at-wit’s-end from rowdy boys is to send them to military school for some “discipline.” Yessiree. I’ve often wondered if that doesn’t just add kerosene and kindling to a smoldering fire?

  7. Susan, I appreciate your kind words. Though I learned a great deal from the experiences I had in that group, I certainly would never wish them on anyone else.

  8. Oh. Riiiight. There’s no way you could know that, back in the day when I was a reporter, I covered one of those scoutmaster cases.

  9. I follow Mark’s work pretty closely, but this piece meant a lot to me because of my experiences as a youth group (12-15 y/o)which used active military personnel to handle marching instruction. Get it wrong, they berated you. Every day I went home crying. It wasn’t fun, it was scary. But you couldn’t let down the others, so you kept going back. Finally you start to get it, but there are new ones who join – new ones who don’t get it. So you show them how by berating them – because as we know – _____ rolls downhill. And the cycle continues.
    The experience left me with a stutter that has taken me years to kick. It sometimes comes back.
    Youth are impressionable, and need to be brought up with positive reinforcement. And it’s important we break the cycle in all places throughout the world, as I know – my experience was nothing compared to many.

  10. Todd, thanks for posting about your experience. I agree that we have to break the cycle. What many people in this country don’t realize is that child soldiers aren’t all somewhere else, in another country. From what I’ve seen in YouTube videos, it’s no stretch to imagine that certain youth groups are currently inculcating children with the same “values” here in this country.

  11. Posted on behalf of M. E. Kemp, author of Death of a Dancing Master:
    My grandmother told me a family story: during the Civil War her grandfather ran away from home to sign up for a soldier at the Worcester, MA recruiting post – he was only 15 but he said he was 18. His father went after him, though, scolded him and brought him home. He went to bed in the winter and woke up in the spring! He’d contacted typhoid fever on his brief adventure. Our “Cousin Willy” Grout was the first Worcester boy killed in the Civil War — carrying the colors, the most dangerous job in battle. A famous song was written about him — “One Vacant Chair.” Grandma used to sing me to sleep with that song & I sang it to my own kids.
    Marilyn