At my great-aunt Lena's funeral last month in Queens, I saw my cousin Jim for the first time in years. "Little Jimmy," who now towers over me, always had a weekend gig in the Army Reserves. Lately, however, he's been training Iraq-bound recruits full-time. In fact, things are so busy he came to church in camouflage gear---albeit clean, pressed, and set off with a beret---so he could report directly to Fort Totten afterward. Jim doesn't expect to be called to the Middle East this year. But with talk of domestic training ops being farmed out to private contractors (who are less interested in Baghdad-based work; beheadings and all that), he... More >>>