ROADS TAKEN and Not Taken
A Quaker Marine in Afghanistan By Colleen Farrell ’08 Freshly returned from a semester abroad studying the battles at Thermopylae, Hellenistic culture, and Athena, the goddess of warfare, I was sitting across from my advisor in his office talking about my plans for the future, which involved becoming a Marine. “I would advise you against joining the military,” he said. He drew this advice from personal experience; he had spent the Vietnam War deployed as a combat medic and knew too well the toll war can take on a person. A week later, I sat across from my Marine Corps recruiter in the Starbucks on Ardmore Avenue. I distinctly remember signing the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” documents, a reminder of how different the military would be from Haverford College, which celebrated the inner light in everyone. I was reminded of this difference again on weekends in my senior year as I attended boot-camp-style Marine trainings where I was denigrated by screaming drill instructors, then returned each Sunday night to Haverford’s peaceful campus where I was encouraged to indulge my intellectual curiosity. That dichotomy was something I would continue to grapple with long after graduation. Raised in a Quaker family and a product of Quaker schools since the age of four, I was a Quaker and I was a Marine. The duality that seemed to define my adult life had its roots in my hometown. I was from Philadelphia, a city founded on Quakerism that also gave birth to the Marine Corps. While there was not much time for reflection at my first military posting at Camp Pendleton in California, I was able to think about what I wanted my impact to be. When the opportunity 44
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to lead a new type of unit called the Female Engagement Team (FET) arose in 2010, I volunteered. The FET was developed to aid the infantry in counterinsurgency operations in Afghanistan by building relationships with Afghans. This was especially needed because male soldiers could not be in close contact with or search Afghan women. As we began to do the work of the FET, I realized it was much more than searching women for items the military deemed dangerous. My team was located in a rural area of Afghanistan, where women’s healthcare was hard to come by and many girls’ schools had been destroyed by the Taliban. My team believed in the power that comes from educating a girl, and we created healthcare, education, and safety net programs for Afghan women. As I did this work, the duality came back to me. Was I helping Afghan women or was I helping the U.S. military in its counterinsurgency efforts? Could it be possible that I was doing both? I began to reconcile what I had always viewed as two
opposite institutions, approaches, and ways of thinking. This is when I finally had a fuller answer to the question I am asked often: “Why would a Quaker join the Marine Corps,” an organization antithetical to pacifism? My work on the FET made me realize that we need people who have spent time contemplating equality and peace making important decisions in a time of war. We need people who think that educating women and girls in Afghanistan could assist with peace in the future. We need people who are capable of being tough and compassionate, empathetic and objective, able to deal with paradoxes, who can be balanced despite the conflicting demands of a situation. Wouldn’t we want someone with a Quaker background to be making the kinds of impossible decisions a 23-year-old infantry platoon commander must make? After separating from the military four years later, I watched from afar as the towns I served in fell, year after year, slowly but persistently, to the Taliban—culminating this year with our military’s complete withdrawal and the fall of Kabul. Like most veterans who served during the Global War on Terrorism, I had a feeling our time in Afghanistan could end this way, but a hope that it would not. The weekend that Kabul fell, I thought of my advisor. I felt a kinship to Vietnam veterans that hadn’t surfaced before. The questions that frame my time in service swirled in my mind. Did we do any good? Why do I feel that after 20 years of a military presence, it is only now that our nation cares about Afghanistan and the thousands facing persecution? And the one question that eats away at most continued on page 64
