military psychology

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Combat Fatigue Irritability [1945]:

This vintage film touches the issue of combat disorders, irritable mood, psychiatry, and psychotherapy. This film presents the case of a Navy seaman suffering from combat fatigue. He is first shown at his duty station in the engine room of a ship, manipulating water pipe valves. The scene then shifts to a hospital ward; the sailor’s ship has been torpedoed and sunk. The patient has not suffered any physical wounds, but he is jumpy, nervous, combative, and short-tempered. He goes home on a 30-day leave, thinking all will be well once he is away from the hospital and the military. But he blows up at his family, walks the streets, gets drunk, and fights with his girlfriend. The only people he feels comfortable with are other servicemen home on leave. He becomes so distraught when hunting in the woods with his father that he is taken to a doctor and then sent back to the Navy hospital. He is aware now that he is ill and cannot cope with civilian or military life. Talking about his deep feelings and fears in individual and group therapy sessions helps the sailor recognize and deal with his problems. This film acquaints the patient suffering from combat exhaustion with the nature of his illness and the therapy necessary for recovery. Stars Gene Kelly.


It may be surprising, but many serial killers were once soldiers serving their country in the armed forces. There are a number of theories as to why there is such a strong correlation between military personnel and those warped enough to commit such heinous crimes, and the reasons vary.

1) David Berkowitz- After a rocky childhood in an adoptive family, the Son of Sam killer decided to join the US army in 1971. He served in Korea and was praised for his excellent shooting skills, something that would have a chilling connection to his later crimes. He was honorably discharged three years later and spent his his free time locating his birth mother, which, according to his prison psychiatrist, caused the “primary crisis” in his life that triggered the spate of shootings.

2) Jeffrey Dahmer- Unable to uphold a steady job, Dahmer’s parents became fed up with him lazing around and doing nothing so they encouraged him to enlist in the US army. He initially responded well to training and a sense of order in his life, gaining a great deal of athleticism and confidence. However, Dahmer began to become alcoholic and would drink until he passed out, forcing his superiors to discharge him.

3) Dean Corll- Although he looked the part, The Candyman reportedly hated his time in the military and applied for a hardship discharge on the grounds that he was needed within his family’s business (A candy store). After he left, Corll told some of his closest friends that he had experienced homosexual feelings for the first time while in the army, and it was where he had his first homosexual experience. According to those closest to him, the army changed him and he would act differently around young teenage boys. He would later go on to torture and kill such teens.

4) Dennis Nilsen- The Kindly Killer got good grades all throughout school but unemployment was at an all time low and he was stuck for work. After working a dead-end job in a canning factory, Nilsen quit and announced that he was going to join the army, where he got a job as a chef. He excelled at this, and described his time in the military as the “happiest of his life”. Aware that he was gay, he described never showering with fellow soldiers because he feared he would develop an erection. Like Dahmer, he began drinking excessively to mask his fantasies and described moments where he pretended to be passed out drunk in the hope that one of his colleagues would take advantage of him. Nilsen’s career was vastly successful, spanning over 11 years; He even cooked for the Queen on one occasion.

In Hebrew it’s known as the ‘massa kumta’ - literally, “the forced march of the beret.” From Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, it is 120 kilometers, 90 miles, while your spine is buckling under the weight of fifty kilograms of munitions and field equipment. Most men lose ten pounds in sweat during the March.
Many critics say that massa kumta is outdated, a macho throwback to Israel’s formative frontier days, completely irrelevant to today’s high-tech military. But psychologically, it remains an enormously important accomplishment - when you can march for twenty three hours straight with fifty kilograms of gear strapped to your back, you’re going to develop precisely the kinds of inner confidence and self respect you need to be an effective counterterrorism operator.
Twelve hours in, the heat was like a noose tightening around my neck. I could feel my ankles ballooning and blisters erupting on my heels. I remembered the Krav Maga lessons and the way Colonel Muki muscled through ten bigger, younger, and stronger soldiers using nothing but mental discipline, focus, and will. That image gave me the strength to keep my boots in forward motion.
It was somewhere under the parched desert cliffs that I felt myself sliding into delirium.
I was thinking about the ancient fortress of Masada, where two millennia ago Jewish zealots committed mass suicide rather than surrender to the Romans. I started to hallucinate. I saw shapes in the desert: black bony demons and red-skinned lizards hissing fire. My feet were hamburger, my brain mush. I was talking to myself. Screaming at myself. Coaching myself to Stay. Sane.
They later told me I made it to the end of the March, that the commanders of Duvdevan presented me with my red beret. But I have no memory of the ceremony. Shortly after crossing the finish line, I collapsed unconscious. I was hospitalized with severe dehydration and a high fever, on an IV drip for nearly a week while the rest of my team recovered back at the base. My doctor told me I was lucky. My kidneys were shutting down, going into renal failure. Another hour or two in the desert, he said, and I’d have been a corpse.
—  Brotherhood of Warriors: Behind Enemy Lines with a Commando in One of the World’s Most Elite Counterterrorism Units, by Aaron Cohen

Operation Wondering Soul

Also known as “Ghost Tape Number 10” was an audio mix the US military used for psychological operations in the Vietnam War against the North Vietnamese. It played deeply on the Vietnamese belief of ancestor worship, spirits and the afterlife.The Wandering Soul was played on loudspeakers installed on helicopters, PCF boats or by infantry ‘loudspeaker teams’ on known enemy areas usually at night deep within the jungle. You can listen to the tape here. 

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The Wandering Soul (also known as "Ghost Tape Number 10") was an audio mix the US military used for psychological operations in the Vietnam War against the North Vietnamese. It played deeply on the Vietnamese belief of ancestor worship, spirits and the afterlife. The Wandering Soul was played on loudspeakers installed on helicopters, PCF boats or by infantry ‘loudspeaker teams’ on known enemy areas usually at night deep within the jungle.

Also known as “Ghost Tape Number 10”, Operation Wandering Soul was an audio mix the US military used for psychological operations in the Vietnam War against the North Vietnamese. It played deeply on the Vietnamese belief of ancestor worship, spirits and the afterlife.The Wandering Soul was played on loudspeakers installed on helicopters, PCF boats or by infiltrating infantry ‘loudspeaker teams’ on known enemy areas usually at night deep within the jungle. The original audio can be heard below in the video, but I warn you: It’s extremely unnerving to listen to, especially when you put yourself in the shoes of a Vietnam soldier. This is what they would have heard echoing through the jungle at night:

In the US today is memorial day. Generally speaking this means that we remember those who have died while serving our country. 

But, I think it’s also important to remember that there are still many veterans out there still alive and suffering. PTSD is a huge problem for those returning home from military service and can be a problem for the general population as well. You don’t have to go to war to experience PTSD, it can be caused by many different traumatic events. 

Like any mental health problem it can be treated with a variety of therapies and sometimes drugs. The important thing is to get help if you think you or a loved one needs it. 

USA Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-TALK(8255)

USA Crisis Call Center: 775-784-8090  

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Ireland Samaritans: 116 123

Australia Life Line: 13 11 14

The War: Arrow of Death

uncredited writer, Time, 5 May 1967

Forced to rationalize defeat after defeat in South Viet Nam, the Viet Cong and the North Vietnamese army have been desperately searching for a major military or psychological victory. They have lately been emboldened in the search by highly exaggerated reports from their commanders in the South, who often multiply the number of U.S. dead by ten or 15 in order to please their bosses up North. The Communists have massed troops in unusually large numbers in and around the Demilitarized Zone, have directly threatened the provincial capital of Quang Tri and even the ancient Vietnamese capital of Hue 32 miles to the south. In an area where their strength is great, they gambled on a set battle with the U.S. Marines. Last week they came off second best in one of the war’s bloodiest series of battles.

In a valley near Khe Sanh in the extreme northwest tip of South Viet Nam, only eight miles from the Laotian border and twelve miles south of the DMZ, North Vietnamese commanders thought that they had found a tactical situation that somewhat resembled Dienbienphu, where they inflicted the decisive defeat on the French in 1954. Before the Com munists discovered that they, and not the U.S. Marines, were to share the fate of the French, several fierce battles were fought up and down hills so worthless that they had only numbers (representing elevation in meters above sea level), not names. In a Korea-like seesaw of hand-to-hand combat, two battalions of Marines took 1,000 casualties: nearly 200 dead and 800 wounded. The cost to Hanoi was 1,200 dead and countless wounded among the North’s freshest, best-trained troops.

The Strategy. The terrain looked promising to the North Vietnamese. Near Khe Sanh, a shaft of the Ho Chi Minh trail comes out of Laos, headed by three hills that form an arrow. Hill 861 is the tip, aimed east into the heart of troubled Quang Tri province, around which some 35,000 Communist troops are drawn. Hill 881 North and Hill 881 South form the arrow’s flukes. An area of choice coffee plantations and twelve-foot-high elephant grass, the Khe Sanh Valley was defended by a company of U.S. Marines guarding its airstrip and three companies of South Vietnamese in the Special Forces camp at Lang Vei (see map). The North Vietnamese, hidden from air observation by monsoon clouds and rain, had stealthily and expertly moved in through Laos and fortified the three hills into a vast redoubt for at least two regiments of the 325th NVA Division.

The twelve-day-long battle began when a five-man U.S. forward-observer team went up Hill 861 for a look; only one man came back alive. Two Marine platoons that followed were stopped at the base of the hill by heavy fire. With that, Marine Commander Lieut. General Lewis Walt pulled out all the stops, ordered two battalions into action. The Army’s big 105-mm. and 155-mm. guns swung round to zero in on the enemy hilltops. Marine jets began flying sortie after sortie with 1,000-lb. and 2,000-lb. bombs and napalm, eventually dropped more than 1,000 tons on the North Vietnamese. From the outset the Marine strategy was to take the hills at any cost, denying the enemy the killing high ground that would control the entire Khe Sanh area.

Hill 861. The first hill the Marines charged was 861. They reached the top but could not hold it under heavy fire from the entrenched Communists, who refused to break and run as they have so often done in Viet Nam once U.S. troops closed with them. The Marines withdrew and let the air and artillery knock off the top of the hill, blasting away foliage and great chunks of earth and rock. After that, the Marine tactic became, as Lieut. Colonel Gary Wilder explained, “to use just enough Marines to fix a target, then pull back and use our ordnance.” The lethal rain of ordnance that they called in worked on Hill 861; two days later the Marines took it without difficulty. The enemy dead were larger and better fed than usual, and their uniforms were new khaki or tiger suits. Some even wore steel helmets, and many had been using high-powered sniper rifles with scopes.

One battalion of Marines then moved toward Hill 881 South, the other toward 881 North. Both hills had been mercilessly shelled, bombed and burned off, and Wilder’s 3rd Battalion moved up the steep slopes of 881 South, fired on only by stray snipers. By early afternoon, one company was moving up a draw to the summit itself when the North Vietnamese struck. Protected from the bombing in their log-roofed bunkers, the Communists had let the Marines advance into their very midst. Popping out of spider holes and bunkers everywhere, they opened up a murderous crossfire. Those Marines caught out in the open were cut to pieces by small-arms fire, grenades and mortars. One Marine’s canteen, found later on the battlefield, had six bullet holes in it. Pinned down, the Americans heard the North Vietnamese calling out in English: “Put on your helmets, Marines; we are coming after you!”

It was several hours before the Marines could shoot their way back down the hill, able to carry with them their wounded but not their dead. Fifty Marines had been killed, another 150 wounded. All the next day the jets streaked in, backed up by B-52s whose bomb clusters turned hills into volcanoes as they raked along the Laotian border and the DMZ to seal off the area. Next day, Hill 881 South was a blasted moonscape of stumps and craters; the Vietnamese finally withdrew, and the Marines at last claimed the summit and their dead.

A Cold Rain. The northern peak of 881 proved nearly as difficult for Lieut. Colonel Earl (“Pappy”) DeLong’s 2nd Battalion. Halfway up the slope, the Marines ran into heavy fire from bunkers, and bedded down. A cold rain blew up during the night, and just before dawn the North Vietnamese came charging down from the summit, penetrating a company perimeter. Jerking on their boots, the Marines repulsed the attackers. But 28 Marines were killed and 61 wounded. Once again, the Marines waited and watched while air and artillery slashed at the Red bunkers dug in above them, reducing the hilltop to a bare burnt knob. A captured prisoner warned that the Communists planned to hit DeLong’s line again that night. Instead they hit the Lang Vei Special Forces camp, cutting through its defenses and blowing it up with satchel charges; they killed 39 of its defenders, including two Americans. The Marines listened helplessly to the attack, unable to leave their own positions to aid.

It turned out to be the last North Vietnamese thrust near Khe Sanh. When the Marines stormed up 881 North, twelve days after the battle for the valley had been joined, the Communists had withdrawn into Laos. The Marines counted 575 enemy bodies on the three hills and estimated that air and artillery had taken at least another 600 Communist lives—a “tremendous” toll, said General William Westmoreland, who visited the battlefield. “I don’t think the battle is necessarily over,” he added. “I anticipate further fighting in the area.”

General Walt helicoptered into Khe Sanh several times in the course of the fighting and came under fire himself—to the extent that he was once forced to dive into a foxhole. The series of battles constituted, he said, the seventh time since the February Tet truce that his Marines had stopped an enemy offensive aborning. From the Laos-supplied arrow of Khe Sanh, the Communists would have had a straight shot east across Quang Tri province. By vigorously denying them that shot, the Marines may well have frustrated an even larger invasion directly southward across the DMZ.

Max Max Modern Day AU

Furiosa lost her arm to a landmine on her 2nd tour in Iraq. She now works for the Many Mothers Center, a nonprofit organization that raises sexual assault awareness in the military and does outreach to female veterans. 

She has just become the foster parent of 5 teenage girls, two of whom are pregnant. Whatever happened to them in their last home together was clearly appalling. She doesn’t ask them for details, and they don’t tell her, but she is determined to give them a better home. 

Her brother, Max, has had a much harder time adjusting to civilian life. His wife and son were killed by a drunk driver while he was overseas on his 3rd tour in Afghanistan, and he was discharged from the military for psychological reasons shortly thereafter. The last Furiosa heard of him Max was homeless and living in his car, but even the private detectives she payed cannot locate him. Max is a ghost when he does not want to be found. 

She gets a call at 3 in the morning. Her brother has been arrested for disorderly conduct and his vehicle impounded. The police would like to release him into her custody.

The first time Furiosa sees her brother in 4 years he looks like a wild man. But that’s ok. She takes him home to meet her new family.

They are going on a road trip. She wants to take them somewhere green.

Angharad is very political. She spends her days studying the words of Martin Luther King Jr., Ghangi, and Thoreau. Nonviolent protest, she decides, is the only acceptable way to change the world. And she is going to do it. She has big plans, to get her education, become involved in community organization, make a better world for her sisters and her child. 

Toast is fierce, and has no time for nonsense. She shadows Furiosa’s every move, and later Max’s as well. She wants to learn to throw a punch. She wants to learn to clean, load, and fire a gun. She and Angharad fight about it.

The Dag, Max thinks, is a bit creepy. But a good kid. Furiosa says she is going through a hipster phase, or a goth phase, or some kind of phase. Max is not really sure what kids are supposed to be into these days, but The Dag likes crystals, plants, and astrology, and always seems to know when Max has had a nightmare.

Cheedo thinks this road trip is stupid and wants to go home.

Capable just wants to bring her boyfriend, a skinny, hopeful, puppy of a kid who does not seem to own a shirt. “No.” they tell the boy, and think that is the end of it. They do not discover that Capable managed to smuggle him into the trailer until they are half way to the Grand Canyon. The poor boy lost a shoe running after the vehicle apparently, but he just seems to happy to be here, and so eager to help. “Do your parents even know you are here?” “… . yes?” “Oh God.”

When rather nasty truck driver makes threatening advances at the girls at a gas station, Furiosa gets them out of there fast, while Max stays to have a serious “conversation” with the man about the appropriate way to address young women. No one is really sure what happens during that conversation, but when Max meets up with them at a diner later he is carrying the man’s boot. He gives it to Nux. 

Leaflet 22-J-1 

 This leaflet shows a lonely Japanese soldier standing on a bypassed Island as he sees the flames of battle on another island.

 Some of the text is: Soldiers of Japan …It is obvious that support and reinforcements have failed you, and you have been forced to fighting against hopeless odds. Why is this? Isn’t it because the large forces of Japanese troops in the Southern Regions have been outmaneuvered, immobilized and rendered useless? This is because Japan has completely lost control of the sea and air. These large bi-passed garrisons look on idly, like men watching fires across a river, while you fight your Waterloo (Sekagihara – decisive battle)… 

 Despite this powerful message, a Japanese prisoner of war said about this leaflet:  This would be meaningless to the Japanese soldier, as the Japanese do not expect reinforcements anyway. 

Gay Spouses of Members of Military Get Benefits


The New York Times

Published: August 14, 2013

The Defense Department announced Wednesday that it would begin offering benefits to the same-sex spouses of military personnel and other employees by early September, in response to the Supreme Court decision that struck down the Defense of Marriage Act.

Under the plan, spousal and family benefits — including health care coverage, housing allowances and survivor benefits — will be available to all legally married military spouses. The same-sex spouses of service members and civilian Defense Department employees can claim the entitlements retroactively, starting with the date of the decision.

“The Department of Defense remains committed to ensuring that all men and women who serve in the U.S. military, and their families, are treated fairly and equally,” Defense Secretary Chuck Hagel wrote in a memo released by the Pentagon.

The entire story is here.

anonymous asked:

I know this is a research question, but I wasn't able to find a lot on this topic besides a few other stories. Now, my issue is that I want to write about something like an assassin guild/school, in which a person can be trained to be an assassin. But obviously, the school doesn't have much publicity and not everybody knows about it - what are a few ideas for my character to know about it and what things would they be taught at the school?


If it exists, there are probably rumors of it, although most people will write it off as a fantasy. People who need an assassin will know of it - they want to hire assassins with training - but probably not its location. 

The easiest way to keep the school private is by making admission invitation only. How this invitation is delivered is up to you, but once the potential recruit has received it, they probably can’t decline, since they now know of the school. The school might kill or memory-wipe anyone who refuses the invitation. Dropouts or runaways from the school would be subject to the same treatment.

The other, less violent measure is the frog measure: put a frog in a pot of boiling water and it will leap out, turn up the temperature slowly and it will roast. To that end, the school gradually turns the class focus more towards assassination, weeding out people who fail innocuous classes like gym or military history or psychology, or who stand frozen in place during a “fire drill”. The students would be sent home none the wiser. The students who remain are ones the administration is sure can become assassins. Your MC might not realize they’re training to kill people until it’s too late to say no.


It depends on what the assassins need to do and their environment. In general,

  • Poison. Poison is relatively easy to deliver, be it in wine or at the tip of an arrowhead. Hiding poison is something else entirely, as is knowing the exact consequences of every poison. Assassins would probably be trained to guard against poison as well, lest they fall victim to other assassins.
  • Acting. Acting is really important. You don’t want to look like an assassin. You want to look like a trusted confidant, a servant, an arrogant lady, or whoever you’ve chosen to impersonate to observe your target or to avoid suspicion. Laying low and avoiding detection is all well and good, but it’s not an infallible tactic. 
  • Gym. You can’t huff and puff away from the city guard after you kill the rich merchant. Not to mention the flexibility and endurance would be useful for the next class…
  • Martial arts. Naturally. Ideally, there would be many different styles that the students would study before choosing one or a few to concentrate on. Martial arts would be good for self-defense and for assassination.
  • Weapons training. This depends what era you’re setting your story in. A story set in the equivalent of the 1500s doesn’t need a class in long-range sniper rifles. Generally, the earlier time periods might require quiet, shorter-range weapons like daggers. Later periods will work more with guns. 
  • Environment-specific training. Moving and blending into a city is far different than moving and blending into the countryside. The assassin might also need to know how to operate watercraft and survive in a multitude of environments and cultures. I’d put language and history classes under environment-specific training.
  • Surveillance. Killing is only the end of what should be a long buildup. The assassin probably needs to watch their target - to learn their patterns, their weaknesses, and their close associates - to determine the time and method with which to strike.

January 26, 2014: Death of Comrade George Habash, founder of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine.

‘In spite of all the forms of siege, destruction, enforced starvation, killing, and terror; in spite of all the forms of American political and propaganda aid the enemy receives; in spite of the fact that the impotence and defeatism on the part of official Arab regimes have reached unprecedented levels; the Palestinian people are continuing their multifaceted struggle in many ways, without hesitation, undeterred by the political, psychological, and military pressures exerted by Israel, America, Europe, and the official Arab regimes.“

- Dr. George Habash, - Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP) 

[whispers] New crack theory: Beth Childs comes back, but as a “knows so much more than anyone else, knows the origins and military shit, psychologically manipulative, was actually conning paul and even dyad the whole time as an agent of ‘topside’” villain.

Move over Rachel Duncan.