From Lucky at POG Boot Fucks.
"After 13 years of operations, Marines turned over control of Camp Leatherneck to Afghan Security Forces.
know, as nice as that may be, there is a job still left undone.
Leatherneck was skate -- paradisio. I actually liked it there and the
creature comforts it offered, -- Pizza Hut on Bastion, hopping on the
route black bus which took you all around the base, the gym and MWR --
seemed to represent a dedication to get the job done, a tangible
reminder of an alleged resolve to exterminate all who oppose us.
Well, at first glance.
fact is, is that we tied our own hands with our foreign policy,
adherence to the Geneva Convention and ROE's -- in later years -- which
all but assured unnecessary death and made some of us too worried about
shooting to perform effectively. contrary to popular belief, being
worried about getting sent to Courts Martial for shooting someone is
kind of tedious.
get me wrong, I'm not saying that we should ghost people
indiscriminately, but what I am saying is that our ROE's, the
politicking and niceties prevented warfighters from doing their jobs in
certain crucial scenarios.
example I recall in particular involved an ANP, who was higher than
giraffe pussy, shooting at the ground near kids who were on their way to
school. I was tired, had just gotten off of post, was now on SOG and
had received the call from the infamous Peanut who was then on post
three. My first instinct was to kill this fucker; I peeked around the
corner and had him sighted in with my MK12, weapon off of safe and felt
my cock starting to get hard: it was the right thing to do -- to kill
this fucker. Let's be honest here, he's just going to keep getting high,
robbing people at checkpoints, raping young recruits while making them
do the Chai Boy gig and just generally being a piece of shit -- the
world would be better off without him and I was entrusted to make that
didn't shoot him. I screamed at him in Pashtun for him to lay down his
weapon as I was sighted in on him and he complied. I walked over to him,
weapon still at the ready, grabbed him by the back of his neck and put
his face in the dirt while kicking away his AK. Within a minute of me
putting him on the ground, the ANP detachment commander had showed up in
his truck and asked me what was going on and I explained. Once I stood
this guy up I slugged him in the mouth off of sheer principle.
point in this anecdote, is that though I had the justification and was
put in a position to make such a judgment call, I let him live based the
fact that I would have caused an international incident. Imagine the
headlines, we've all seen them, "U.S. MARINE KILLS INNOCENT AFGHAN
POLICEMAN." I would have been crucified publicly -- no such thing
happened when ANSF dudes killed my friend Eric Christian, he was trying
to help them and had good rapport with the locals. Nary an American
cried foul on that, or on all the other turncoat pussies who killed
Americans that were trying to help them. Refer to traitors in obscure
terms instead; obfuscate lechery.
so sorry," they lament; "We'll pray for you," a wish upon a fallen star
accomplishing nothing; "We'll do everything except acknowledge the
truth: We Americans have defined our victories into non-existence, tied
our hands, created a culture of hyper-sensitive pansies so far removed
from the miseries the rest of the world, we'd rather concentrate on if
people are saying insensitive things on the internet. We are now weak
and relish in it."
months from now, LN will be the ultimate representation of our failures
as culture, as a people: it will be the largest Talib base in
Afghanistan. All those DFAC's, gyms, dorm-style housing -- Timmy Talib
will love it. Just like they love Now Zad today; like ISIS loves Raqqa
remember the places we fought in, shithole villages like Dehana, Gina,
Tabut, Diwinak, Dayak, Salaam Bazaar, Kurguay and I'll keep wondering
what it was all for; I'll remember having to explain to the wife of my
friend, Kevin Hanrahan, why he doesn't have a left leg or right
hamstring, hoping against reality that I was wrong; why Timothy Elmore
can't walk without a cane anymore, escorting the family of my friend
Peter Clore around Lejeune for memorial services, or why Aaron Ullom
died on a mission that served no purpose; why Nicolas Uzenski died in
Now Zad along with his Ssgt to make sure their team got away safely.
We might not be The Greatest Generation, but those men are the greatest I've known.
love you America, but your people have decided our fate: to be okay
with mediocrity. America the beautiful, so full of grace, capable of
everything, accomplishing nothing other than breeding generations of
effeminate men and manly women while no one understands what is
Give war a chance.
"Effeminate men and manly women."
"Give war a chance."
I think Lucky nailed it.