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    Malevolent Power at Fort Sill The Army Slays Its Own By JoAnn WYPIJEWSKI http://groups.yahoo.com/group/libertyunderground/ No IED, no insurgent force, no
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      Malevolent Power at Fort Sill


      The Army Slays Its Own
      By JoAnn WYPIJEWSKI
      http://groups.yahoo.com/group/libertyunderground/


      No IED, no insurgent force, no lurking Talib killed 21-year-old PFC
      Matthew Scarano sometime between 9 PM Saturday and 4:45 AM Sunday,
      March 19. He wasn't in Iraq or Afghanistan or even, despite his rank
      and year-plus of service, in the United States Army, at least as full
      membership in that force is officially construed. Matthew Scarano died
      in his bunk, in the barracks of Bravo Battery 95th, Fort Sill,
      Oklahoma, but he was as surely a casualty of the War on Iraq as any of
      the 2,318 US soldiers killed in action. In 2005 he had injured his
      shoulder during basic training, and on March 1 of that year entered
      the netherworld of Fort Sill's Physical Training and Rehabilitation
      Program, or PTRP. More than a year later he was still there, no closer
      to being healed but still subject to the restrictive rules and routine
      humiliations associated with basic training, still plagued by what he
      described in an e mail of March 7, 2006, as "chronic, piercing and
      sometimes debilitating pain". The Army considered PFC Scarano a
      trainee; he and the 39 other soldiers in PTRP at Fort Sill considered
      themselves prisoners.

      PTRP is where the Army, desperate for bodies in a time of war, puts
      broken enlistees whom it is committed neither to cure nor to release,
      nor even to respect as soldiers and human beings. There they are
      warehoused, in anticipation of the time they manage to recuperate,
      pass the grueling PT (physical training) test and can be sent to
      battle; or fail the test, try again, fail again, stumble through the
      bureaucratic labyrinth until the point they are chaptered out or
      medically discharged. All were injured in basic training or advanced
      individual training and so have yet to be granted "permanent party"
      status in the Army, even those who have been in service for six months
      or longer, when that status is supposed to be automatic. In military
      hierarchy this makes them lower life forms, which is how they've been
      treated at Fort Sill.

      Shortly before Scarano's death, the inspector general at Fort Sill had
      been forced to undertake an internal investigation of the program for
      assault and abuse of soldiers, inadequate medical attention, command
      irresponsibility and overall incompetence. To that list (which I
      should note is unofficial) they may now add negligence and wrongful
      death. As of March 20, the Army wouldn't comment on its investigation
      or on what killed Scarano, but in the week prior, his comrades in the
      PTRP barracks say, Army doctors had doubled the dose of his pain
      medication, Fentanyl, an analgesic patch 80 times more potent than
      morphine, whose advertised possible side effects include difficulty
      breathing, severe weakness and unconsciousness.

      On the night of March 18, according to Pvt. Richard Thurman, Scarano
      appeared quite pale and weak. The soldier, however, had been in the
      program for so long -- longer than anyone else in terms of continuous
      service -- and was often so visibly suffering or so drugged up as to
      drool and gaze vacantly that his infirmity on this particular night
      did not cause special alarm. Shortly after lights out, at 9, Pvt.
      Clayton Howell noticed that Scarano was lying on his bad shoulder and
      turned him so he would not be in greater pain when he awoke. At that
      time Scarano was breathing. When lights came on the next morning and
      everyone else had risen from their bunks, Howell again went to
      Scarano; by then he was dead.

      What happened next typifies the trapped situation of injured soldiers
      at Fort Sill's PTRP.

      Someone handed Pvt. Thurman a cell phone, saying, "Call your mom." He
      didn't say, Call the medic, or the chaplain, or the sergeant, or
      anyone on post. Phoning at all meant breaking the rules, as did having
      a cell phone, contraband for soldiers in PTRP. Thurman crouched in a
      corner and amid the near-panic of the barracks hurriedly dialed his
      mom, Pat deVarennes.

      DeVarennes, an apprentice dog groomer who lives near Sarasota,
      Florida, is about the only person the PTRP soldiers can confidently
      regard as their advocate. In January, concerned for the well-being of
      her son Richard and the other men, she began posting reports on a web
      log she set up called onlyvolunteers.blogspot.com. As a result of
      those reports and her relentless appeals to Fort Sill's Public Affairs
      Office, inspector general, others in the Army and her Congressman,
      Connie Mack (whose office initially told her there was nothing it
      could do), the aforementioned investigation was begun in February. By
      March 5 some changes, notably the removal of a sadistic drill
      sergeant, the introduction of a Medical Center liaison to monitor the
      troops' medical needs, the suspension of punishing physical tasks and
      the restoration of weekend on-post passes, had been instituted. At a
      briefing with relatives and friends at the start of Family Weekend on
      March 10, the Fort Sill cadre were all smiles, assuring the soldiers'
      loved ones that PTRP was a "work in progress" and that each man would
      get the individualized treatment or therapy he needed.

      Now talk of reform and progress sounds empty, the corpse of PFC
      Scarano the latest accusation against an Army up to its ears in
      complaints of abuse, dehumanization, torture and worse. As deVarennes
      wrote earlier on her blog in "An Open Letter to members of the cadre
      who can't stop laughing and to those who claim to have no knowledge of
      any abuse": "I'm beginning to understand a great deal more about how
      [the tortures at Abu Ghraib] must have come to happen. It all starts
      when you have no loyalty or compassion for your own men, your own
      soldiers."

      Before reviewing the most egregious abuses recently visited upon
      injured recruits at Fort Sill, it is necessary to understand the
      benchmark for normal at PTRP. As deVarennes neatly puts it, "Imagine
      basic training that never ends." By the old Army standard, the nine
      weeks of basic training will "break you down to build you up". Lately
      there have been some changes in that approach, driven by Army
      psychologists who reckoned that breaking the spirit accomplishes
      little beyond creating emotional wrecks or sadists. No longer are new
      recruits regularly addressed as "ladies" or "shitsacks" or subjected
      to the "shark attack" of drill sergeants screaming top volume into
      their ears on the bus the moment they arrive. But the regimen of
      absolute control and arbitrary rules is unchanged, which is why it is
      time-limited and why even the most hardened soldier will tell you,
      "Hell, no, I wouldn't want to do it again".

      In PTRP, where soldiers have been stuck for months, time seems to have
      been stopped. The men live in long, narrow barracks that can sleep 42
      in bunk beds. They must stand in formation, on crutches, in pain, four
      times a day in all kinds of weather, sometimes for 20 minutes to an
      hour, at the drill sergeant's pleasure. They may not smoke, drink,
      look at porn, go off post, have sex, have soda from a machine or have
      any food except during set mealtimes. They may not have cell phones or
      laptops, may use approved electronic devices only at certain hours,
      and must compete to use the outdoor pay phones in the 35 minutes to an
      hour that is allowed after dinner. On weekdays, they may not go
      anywhere on post except with permission and an escort. At times they
      have been impressed to enjoy "mandatory entertainment" -- a Southern
      rock concert, the Superbowl, Christian concerts.

      When first processed into PTRP, they are not given individualized
      therapy plans, and doctors at the Medical Center are too stretched to
      have much time for them, so they use a gym and may sit in a windowless
      closet-like room to apply ice, but until recently had no sustained
      medical guidance. They must carry canteens for no other reason --
      because these are disgusting and no one drinks from them -- than to
      advertise their low status. Their dining hall is festooned with
      nutrition posters that would suit an elementary school. The bathroom
      in the auditorium they sometimes use is filthy and looks as if it's
      been decorated by a deranged Martha Stewart, with an Americana wall
      strip of Teddy bears, apple pies and the flag. Elsewhere, walls are
      dominated by rugged propaganda posters, battle scenes, life-size
      blow-ups of soldiers and invocations to "Live the Army Values".

      Periodically the PTRP barracks is subject to what its drill sergeants
      call a health and welfare check, "better known as a shakedown", says
      Pvt. Thurman. Drill sergeants enter the bay, ordering the men to empty
      their drawers and lockers. Bedding is stripped, mattresses upended,
      vent covers unscrewed. During one of these routines, Thurman, who's
      been in PTRP since November of 2005, was discovered to have a pack of
      cigarettes and a lighter and was given an Article 15, or nonjudicial
      punishment, and a fine of $270. Almost everyone who's been in PTRP for
      any length of time has received an Article 15 for something.

      Although the cadre says only "motivated" soldiers are accepted into
      PTRP, that toys as much with truth as saying everyone in the Army is a
      volunteer. Soldiers injured in training cannot un-volunteer. They
      cannot say, "On second thought, I'd rather not ruin my leg" or ankle
      or back or shoulder, and go home. After he was seven months in the
      Army, doctors discovered that Pvt. Thurman has flat feet, once an
      automatic disqualifier, but Pvt. Thurman cannot leave. He actually
      completed basic training and advanced individual training in November.
      At the time he had stress fractures in his ankle, and because he
      couldn't run as required for the final PT test, a post doctor
      prescribed an alternate walking event. He graduated with ceremony, but
      that same day the Army changed its mind. An officer pulled him and two
      other soldiers aside and told them walking wasn't good enough and they
      were being sent to PTRP; there, to satisfy formal requirements, the
      three were "ungraduated".

      In pro forma questioning Thurman had been asked if he wanted to go to
      PTRP.

      "No", he said.

      The inquiring officer wrote on his file, "Soldier is unmotivated", and
      "Soldier is cleared for administrative action", meaning nonjudicial
      punishment or court martial.

      "Lack of motivation is a punishable offense in the US Army", Thurman
      says, so the cadre's job is to talk soldiers into motivation. They
      threatened Thurman with being recycled back to day one of basic
      training. After eight months in PTRP another soldier, who had
      completed eight weeks of the nine-week basic course before he was
      injured, opted to do just that to get out of this supposed rest and
      rehab program.

      "You have an area you can be in. If you leave that area without
      permission you can go to jail", Thurman explains. "You have people
      over you with unquestioned power, and your daily life is at their
      will. Everything's a privilege." Using the phone is a privilege. Going
      to the PX on the weekend is a privilege. And as in prison, privileges
      can be taken away. The culture breeds tormentors and tattle-tales
      among the inmates -- soldiers who haze their comrades, who report on
      others for piddling infractions like drinking a Coke from the soda
      machine for the imagined benefit that might bring the snitch.

      "I liken being here to being incarcerated", Scarano wrote to
      deVarennes less than two weeks before his death. "And it often helped
      during the bleaker points in PTRP history to think of it as such: I'm
      far from being any kind of expert on the subject, but perhaps it was a
      psychological self-defense mechanism to try to perceive what was going
      on as being punitive in nature."

      The soldiers have been ordered not to speak of events that are part of
      the ongoing investigation, so as not to jeopardize it, but enough was
      put on the public record earlier via deVarennes' blog to indicate that
      punishment and not therapy or rehab was in fact the program. What
      follows is drawn from her reports. In January a Drill Sgt. Langford
      was put in charge of the soldiers at PTRP, and he arrived spitting
      vinegar, telling the men, as deVarennes recaps, "You're worthless,
      you're malingerers, you're scared, you're useless, you're not
      soldiers". Every day, addressing men keenly aware of their failure, he
      picked at the scab of vulnerability. He cancelled their weekend
      on-post passes, confining them to the small area around their
      barracks, and ordered that on weekdays they could not sit on their
      beds except during the three hours of free time from 6 PM to 9 PM. He
      assigned them jobs around the post, which while aggravating some of
      their injuries at least gave the soldiers one place where they are
      treated as responsible grown-ups.

      In January, before the first Family Weekend, the drill sergeant
      ordered the men to clean and wax the floor of their barracks. After
      they did it once, moving the heavy bunks and wall lockers in and out
      of the room, he declared the job inadequate and ordered that they get
      down on their knees with small scrapers and remove every speck of old
      wax. Out and in went the furniture again. A soldier with a herniated
      groin dared not slack off in the moving operation lest he and everyone
      else incur extra abuse for his offense.

      One night another drill sergeant, by the name of Bullock, decided to
      have some fun with the soldiers and give them a taste of sleep
      deprivation, ordering them to line up in formation outside every hour
      from 10 PM to 2 AM. After each line-up they could not simply fall on
      their bunks fully dressed for the next time because he ordered that
      they present themselves in different apparel. Soldiers on sleep
      medication were pulled from their beds by their comrades and hustled
      into line, since if everyone did not appear at formation, everyone
      would be punished. At the most recent Family Weekend, Drill Sgt.
      Bullock was still on premises, still wearing his Smoky the Bear hat,
      still in apparent good standing.

      As she was receiving word of these abuses, deVarennes was trying to
      get someone to care. Rep. Connie Mack's office told her Richard would
      have to fill out a form before it could act, and since that was
      impossible, the door slammed. John McCain's office sent her a form
      letter saying he'd need something in writing from Richard. John
      Kerry's office never replied at all, which was the most common
      response she got from members of Congress.

      Then an injured soldier simply lost it. He'd been in PTRP for several
      months, was declared healed and sent upstairs to the Fitness Training
      Unit, or FTU, where uninjured soldiers who couldn't pass the PT test
      go through exercise drills to pass it. But his injury prevented him
      from doing the required exercises, and in the hopelessness of the
      situation he cut himself up, smeared himself with excrement and
      marched out of the barracks naked except for his socks and boots. He
      was packed off to a mental ward for a few days and put on suicide
      watch. He is now awaiting a discharge, though after his freak-out the
      Army gave him one more chance to fail just to assure itself that he
      wasn't faking.

      The soldier's breakdown shook the others in PTRP, and that night Pvt.
      Thurman called his mother and said, "You've got to find a way to help
      us." Soon after, a soldier who'd been sitting on watch at the mental
      ward, whom deVarennes nicknamed Pvt. Gopher, committed his own small
      act of defiance in front of Drill Sgt. Langford and was ordered to
      "take a knee", meaning to genuflect. As he'd recently had knee
      surgery, he told Langford that he wasn't able to do that, whereupon
      the drill sergeant kicked his legs out from under him, sending him to
      the floor screaming. A first sergeant on the scene ordered the others
      to turn away, and just as at Abu Ghraib, told them they didn't see
      anything. Earlier some of them had tried to report abuses to the
      medical center, to mental health counselors, to highers-up. Now they'd
      been ordered to shut up, meaning any action they might contemplate
      would be in direct violation of an order.

      Pvt. Thurman was not aware of his mother's blog at that point, and
      after hearing from him she decided caution was the way to catastrophe.
      "I was no longer afraid", she told me, "because I felt that at the
      moment that assault occurred, the dice were rolling for all of these
      guys. I thought, 'The lunatics are running the asylum, so I have to do
      everything I can do, and if I have to go by God trooping around and
      getting arrested outside the Fort Sill gates, I will do that.' At that
      point I felt nobody's kid was going to be any safer for not saying
      anything -- on the contrary."

      Apart from her own posts, she spent $300 in ads on other popular
      websites, and, as she put it, "the hits kept coming".

      It is illegal for a drill sergeant to strike a soldier, but Langford
      was not arrested. It is illegal to cover up a crime, but the first
      sergeant remains in his position. Langford was removed as a drill
      sergeant; he "lost his hat", as they say on post. Whether he suffers
      any further indignity or punishment depends on the outcome of the
      current investigation.

      Yet for all this intervention, PFC Scarano still perished. The
      inspector general did not know about the death until deVarennes
      e-mailed him. The base commander didn't know until Monday. On that
      day, a spokeswoman at Fort Sill's Public Affairs Office said she
      couldn't tell me anything about the soldier's death "because I've
      never heard of that person". In death as in life, this soldier didn't
      count for much in the Army.

      In his March 7 e mail to deVarennes, thanking her for "becoming our
      champion when no one else would", he wrote:

      "My injury is degenerative and getting worse.

      "I was lied to about surgery, as were many others, and it was brought
      to the attention of the Inspector-General that the medical community
      had been telling us that we face courts-martial or severe forms of
      non-judicial punishment if we declined the surgery suggested to us by
      the doctors here at Fort Sill. This has since been demonstrated as a
      bald-faced lie.

      "I was told that I'd receive arthroscopic shoulder surgery initially,
      which had little chance of success, and when that failed I would
      receive a full shoulder replacement, after which my left shoulder
      would be essentially disabled for the rest of my life.

      "Just a little rudimentary research into the subject revealed that
      there are countless other, infinitely more promising options available
      to me in the civilian world, which I choose to explore, instead of
      being a guinea pig to a medical system I have no faith in, whatsoever.
      This is the same medical system which has botched surgeries and
      performed procedures without the patient's knowledge. I guess their
      rationale is that up until recently, the patients, in our case, were
      under the impression that we had virtually no input in the matter, anyway.

      "I've recently been told, by our case worker, that I'm getting an MEB
      [Medical Evaluation Board hearing] but as of now my consultation is
      pending. I've heard no further word yet but am hopeful that as a
      result of the controversy caused by the attention garnered by your
      blog, I'll be out of here soon. I am a casualty of a broken system; I
      fell through the cracks of the bureaucracy that is the system which
      all of us must go through.

      "I am a living symbol of the failure of the system and after having
      been ignored for so long, despite trying to raise as much attention as
      I could, I might finally be able to get on which my adult life after
      spending over a third of it in PTRP, deprived of everything from being
      able to be with my family, to fundamental physical needs such as sleep
      and recuperation from my injury, to the basic human freedoms and
      creature comforts which I will never again take for granted."

      Scarano was working on a more formal document right before he died,
      trying to understand cognitive dissonance, the psychological process
      of accommodating when what one knows or believes to be true collides
      with a contradictory reality.

      At Family Weekend in March, Private Howell who has been in and out of
      PTRP for fourteen months, gave deVarennes a paper he was working on,
      compiling the complaints of Bravo Battery and reflecting on his own
      predicament. Toward the end of it, he wrote:

      "For the initial 9 weeks of basic training I can understand the hazing
      and ruthless treatment, but not for over a year. I used to be able to
      cope by listening to music, calling people on a hidden cell phone, or
      talking to my friends in the bay. But now they will no longer let me
      talk to my friends or listen to music on the radio, and they found the
      hidden cell phone and confiscated it. If I was just able to do
      anything to mentally get away from this place I would. Just to forget
      who I am and what I am doing day in and day out. An hour or two of
      disassociation is the only way I was able to put up with the
      meaninglessness and mindless bullshit and torment of being here 'on
      duty' 16 hours a day. The only way to describe my life is sorrow,
      loathing, spitefulness, depression, and endless torturous misery.
      Nobody is willing to help improve our treatment or listen to our
      complaints.

      "I joined the army to make a difference and to help other people. Now
      I am being held prisoner, doomed to a fate worse than death. At one
      point I know I had a purpose. At one point I know I cared. I do not
      know when I lost it and if I will be capable of ever possessing it
      again. I do not think I have shown any of the army values for a very
      long time. I believe I projected the image that I cared for many
      months and it was just an act; but it was all that I could do. I am
      being set up for failure and have been for weeks. The fact that this
      unit will not follow regulations does not inspire hope or willingness
      to comply with any orders or any of their bogus policies. In my
      opinion none of the cadre show any of the army values to any of the
      soldiers here. That is just my opinion and I may not see the whole
      picture. On exodus [the name for Christmas break] I came back with
      renewed motivation that I have not had since basic training. Drill
      sergeant Frazier and Langford managed to snuff out all of my hope and
      drive within the first few days we were all back.

      "I will try to do my best, but I cannot manage a positive thought for
      very long. The army values did mean something to me at one point even
      though it is just propaganda on paper. I have always known it was just
      propaganda, but they are a good base for morals if people would lead
      by example. In conclusion I hope this paper reaches somebody and they
      read it in whole and are not too judgmental. I also hope I can improve
      myself and the situation that I am in. Perhaps I can be what they want
      me to be. Perhaps I can fulfill my enlistment and be productive, but
      that is not realistic. And it is not what I really want; all I want in
      this world is to be anywhere but here. I believe that I have permanent
      physical and psychological damage from this place. If I could describe
      this place in 2 words it would be 'Malevolentia Imperium.'

      "1 Malevolentia: Latin, malevolent; having or exhibiting ill will;
      wishing harm to others; malicious. Having an evil or harmful influence

      "2 Imperium: Latin, can be translated as 'power'. In Antiquity this
      concept could apply to people, and mean something like 'power status'
      or 'authority', or could be used with a geographical connotation and
      mean something like 'territory'."

      It is estimated that 15 percent to 37 percent of men and 38 percent to
      67 percent of women sustain at least one injury due to the rigors of
      basic training. Although Fort Sill's is believed to be the worst, the
      Army has PTRP units also at Fort Knox, Fort Jackson, Fort Leonard Wood
      and Fort Benning.

      JoAnn Wypijewski can be reached at jwyp@...

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