It seems our soldiers, rightly anxious, sad and depressed by the sights of war and the things they see and do, are being medicated and sent back to the front.
Words fail me.
I harken back to 2001, right after the 9/11 attacks, when I first realized that there was waaaay too much Prozac being eaten like M & M candy: a woman with a constant smile and a "have a nice day" demeanor was boozily saying she didn't see what the big deal was - it was "only a few planes into a couple of buildings." The attitude that nothing is a big deal is like a chemical armour the pills impart. It is eerily android-like.
If people are depressed there is usually a reason, barring any diagnosed chemical imbalances. But a panacea for suffering is only found in the Source of life, and in living a life which adheres to peace, justice, beauty and truth.
Article from Time Magazine
QUOTE So LeJeune visited a military doctor in Iraq, who, after a quick session, diagnosed depression. The doctor sent him back to war armed with the antidepressant Zoloft and the antianxiety drug clonazepam. "It's not easy for soldiers to admit the problems that they're having over there for a variety of reasons," LeJeune says. "If they do admit it, then the only solution given is pills." UNQUOTE
Related book Artificial Happiness: The Dark Side of the New Happy Class by Ronald W. Dworkin
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