Folks, I know that in the end I am dispensable. I know this because I knew that I was
dispensable at the very beginning too.
The rich don’t fight. The poor do.
They must. The children of those
who make the big bucks from selling weapons (of mass destruction and otherwise)
don’t fight. Not in the trenches
anyway. One or two exception, sure, but
by and large it’s the poor folks kids who get to kill and get killed. Dispensable.
Remember the word.
Call me soldier. Call me US soldier. You can call me any name you like. Robert
Bales if you wish. It does not
matter. What matters is that Amnesty
International has said that the military of my country is guilty of systematically
covering up or disregarding abundant and compelling evidence of war crimes,
torture and unlawful killings in Afghanistan.
Forget the cover-up and disregarding of evidence. I know.
That’s my job – not the ‘knowing’ of it but the ‘doing’. Not news to me and since I have a JD it’s not
news to those who came up with the JD.
It’s what we are required to do.
I know that Amnesty International can throw all the evidence
gathered but nothing will come out of it to those who sent us to Afghanistan,
those who ordered us to do what we did and those who ‘covered up’. My country owns the United Nations,
alright? Nothing will happen to the USA.
No sanctions will be imposed. No UN investigation. Indeed, the matter won’t get even a half
decent run in the mainstream media. Bucks and guns add up to a lot of
insurance. The people referred to above
are covered. Barack Obama said ‘We’ve
tortured some folks’. That’s
confession. He said it about the Bush
years, but he knows, I know and the whole world knows that other folks were
tortured and summarily executed post 2008.
That confession didn’t make waves.
Didn’t make a ripple even. Bases
covered.
Whenever there’s a slip and we get caught, you can rest
assured that Washington will pin it down not on policy, strategy or guidebook
for the men and women in fatigues but on me going berserk. Hillary said famously not too long ago, ‘this
is not who we are!’ whereas she damn well knows that THIS IS WHO WE ARE. ‘We’ meaning of course the USA, its foreign
policy, its military operations, its command structure, my JD and poor ‘ol me
carrying out orders. That’s all WHO WE
ARE. But that line is important. It absolves everyone. Except me.
Like I said, I am not worried about my country. I am worried
about myself. No, I am not worried about
being hauled up, queried, found guilty etc.
I am worried about my reputation.
If you, as suggested, called me Robert Bales, you would be ‘in the
know’.
The guy did what was expected of him. That was what he was and that was what the
USA is. No contradiction there. Someone wrote about him thus:
You went postal
in Kandahar
and that’s not
new, we know
for
what’s a dozen-or-so
after
Hiroshima and Nagasaki
and
the sanity-driven blood-rush
that
turned cities into rubble
territories
into cemeteries
governments into puppets?
My problem is that they’ll say about me. They’ll say, like they said of Bales, that I
was traumatized, ‘apparently deranged’ or worse, call me a ‘rogue soldier’ who
‘went on rampage’ and committed ‘an act of madness’. I am none of those things and did nothing of
the kind. If I am traumatized, deranged
or am a rogue then so is Barack. I was
and am perfectly sane, sober, in complete control of my faculties and am
certainly not a rogue. Honest through
and through. I am Clinton (and now
Kerry), toe for toe, leg for leg, heart for heart; I am Barack , every senator
and every congressman; I am US Foreign Policy and Military Strategy, agent and
plan, executer and execution, through and through.
I just don’t want to be singled out. I am ‘part and parcel’. I am a soldier of US Army. I don’t want to be named and shamed. I don’t want to be framed.
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