
A village offered a target of opportunity for frustrated soldiers who were frequently harassed by hit-and-run ambushes and, in the case of Vietnam, booby-trap devices that killed and maimed indiscriminately. Add to that the near-impossibility, on the part of the American soldier, to distinguish between friend and foe, and you have a perfect set of conditions for atrocities to occur. Every Vietnamese becomes an enemy, and "The only good Indian is a dead Indian".
That normal patterns of behavior are going to be distorted by the stresses of combat is a given. The military is also an institution that demands absolute obedience to orders, and individual soldiers are not encouraged to question whether or not an order is rational, or even sane. To expect a single soldier to openly defy a direct order by a superior, given in a combat situation, is not realistic. A soldier cannot simply "opt-out" in a situation such as the one at My Lai. He either turns his weapon on the villagers, as he was ordered to do, or he turns it on his fellow soldiers. What other choice is there at that moment?
The first-hand accounts are so excruciatingly painful that you just want to stop reading. What that helicopter pilot did was heroic beyond words, but that must be qualified with the fact that he was not a member of the unit involved, and he had a helicopter to fly away in. For those ground troops caught up in the massacre, there were absolutely no good options. The same excuse does not apply to those charged with investigating the crime. That the default response was to try and cover the whole thing up is not surprising, but is nonetheless despicable. And, as is so often the case in these things, most of the official outrage was directed at those who dared break the shameful silence surrounding the events.
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