Every
soldier portrayed in Slaughterhouse-Five
is either incompetent or dead or both. That reinforces the messages that war is
a pointless exercise where children are sent off to get randomly killed, and
makes sure there’s no part for John Wayne. Or it would, if there weren’t a
weird exception: Billy’s son Robert.
The first
time Robert is mentioned is in the initial telling of Billy’s life, which says
that he was a bad kid in high school, but then he joined the Green Berets,
fought in Vietnam, and became “a fine young man” (31). The next time is when
Robert is conceived, and the narration reveals that he will be a bad kid in
high school, but then join the Green Berets and “straighten out” (151). Over
the next few pages, he isn’t even referred to as Robert but as “the Green
Beret.” The most detailed profile comes when Robert visits Billy at the
hospital, when he is wearing the Green Beret uniform and is decorated with “a
Purple Heart and a Silver Star and a Bronze Star with two clusters” (242). It
also dutifully mentions that he was a bad kid in high school, but he
straightened out when he joined the Green Berets.
Every time
his name comes up, he is identified as a Green Beret who was a bad kid in high
school but now he’s shaped up. He is the epitome of a military success story,
as shown by his large collection of medals. He is a John Wayne character. What
happened to there not being any of those?
The only
thing about Robert that makes him not as John Wayne is how shallow his
character is. We know three things about him: He dropped out of high school, he
joined the Green Berets, and that he turned out to be a great person. There are
a couple of extra details, but they all fall into one of those categories. And
that’s it. We don’t know what kinds of books he reads, what hobbies he has, how
tall he is (although he does have short, blond hair), or anything else that
would make him a person. More words go to describing what he wears than who he
is.
The most
important thing about Robert is that he’s a Green Beret. That, presumably, is
not how he would like to be thought of. But that’s how Americans view military
veterans as a whole. Maybe that’s Vonnegut’s point: Join the military if you
want, but then the only thing people will know about you is that your job is to
kill other people.