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Lindsay Zike, Collection of Service Dog Tags, Fine and Sterling Silver, 2015 (Private Collection). [Pin on Pinterest] |
Over the years the dog tag has become an icon of the military. In the movies the visual symbolism to indicate that a character was, at any time, associated with the service is the ever-present dog tags around their necks. Personally, a decade after my service ended, I still carry mine with me every day. So associated with the military, the dog tags have also became a symbol of bad-ass-ness; every wannabe, from Justin Bieber to the armchair commandos that answer the call of duty with a controller in their hands have a far nicer set than those in my pocket.
There is a moment among many moments, while standing in a line in a series of lines, somewhere between MEPS and the end of Basic, where each new recruit is issued their own dog tags. It is a right of passage of sorts, an indication that one has been accepted. It is also means other things; the value of your personal identity has been reduced to a small trinket milled out of the cheapest possible metal, identical to the set jingling around each and every one of your new brothers' and sisters' necks. Their identity has also been permanently embossed upon this small, mass-produced icon.
Like all icons, the meaning of the dog tag is different to each collective. Both the internal and external meaning includes a mindset. For those outside, it represents John Wayne's longest day and Clint Eastwood's stroll up Heartbreak Ridge; it is an icon of an idealized masculinity. For those that wore them it is a momento mori, a constant reminder that you don't want to live forever but you don't want to be forgotten either.

The first set of issued dog tags, meant only to preserve the names of the dead, stamped out of inexpensive materials by machines in a production line, reduces the identity of the service member down to only what is necessary. These silver filigree dog tags, individually created by the hands of a veteran, are a celebration of our collective identity.
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