A good read.
Remind me again why we’re there?
Oh well. I have a few friends over there. Guys *my age* if you can believe it. People pulled back into the military long after they’d left for civilian life. Either due to Guard commitments (two weeks a year and one weekend a month!… yeah… right. This Guard is not the same Guard that G.W. Bush used to escape duty in Vietnam. Thanks to… G.W. Bush!) or they retired as Officers and got “the call.”
Remind me again why they are there?
I think about these guys every day. I think about their families. I cringe everytime I hear about another US soldier getting killed, wondering when I’ll recognize the face in the newspaper, or on the TV screen.
Remind me again why we’re there?
Our “leaders” keep saying “stay the course”, but it seems to me like they don’t know what course they’re on! Like a kid taking apart mom’s toaster to see how it works, and now they have no idea how to put it back together again.
Insanity.
And people wonder why I never ended up in the ANG or AFRES. True, working on aircraft the size of a B-1 doesn’t put you in the line of fire at all, but fuck that. I don’t like working for people more concerned with looking good than doing the job correctly.
That’s all Iraq is at this point…fixing a total fuckup brought on by people more concerned with how good they looked than doing the job right.
Get the video by Robert Greenwald, “Iraq For Sale.” I’m holding a MoveOn ‘party’ this coming Sunday for whomever *might* show up. After calling a few of the party apparatchik, we’ll watch the video….absolutely revolting.
Tell me why we’re there again?
One of my “my age” buddies “over there” is in the Air Force, and was some where in a former Soviet Republic, living in a tent. Thankfully far from “the shit” but certainly not living in luxury.
Thankfully he’s home now… the day after I posted this he popped up on iChat and we had a nice “catch up” conversation. One back, three to get home.
–chuck
A few weeks back I sat in a briefing by a guy who’d been deep in the thick of it for a year. One of the old conservative war planners next to me turned to his old conservative war planner buddy and said, sotto voce, “Why the heck are we there?”.