But I Can’t Remember Where Or When

29 Mar

It seems we’ve often met like this before.

We looked at each other in the same way then.

But I can’t remember where or when


Well; here we are again.

The reason I can’t remember where or when is that there have been so many times when we as a people have had to face the same shame and the same sense of loss.

We have been forced by our humanity and our conscience to internalize the pain and the heartache that comes with the senseless slaughter of women and children.

Force ourselves to feel the deep dark sense of loss that the parents of these dead children must feel.

And come; once again; to understand that somewhere near the City of Kandahar; in the Nation of Afganistan; there is a whole new group of people and a whole new generation of family members of the dead; who now have a reason to hate us; and may feel moved to act out of revenge against us.

We know the drill.

“We’re the US Government/Military; and we’re here to help” and before you know it; we have screaming civilians whose family has been brutally slaughtered by one of our own.

Some awake; facing their last moments in terror and pain.

Some asleep; mercifully.

If you are my age; you will remember the My Lai Massacre in the late sixties.

Over a hundred women and children of all ages forced into a ditch by American Soldiers and riddled with M-16 rounds.

You have no doubt heard of the torture and abuse our prisoners of war suffer at the hands of the US military.

But there have been so many other cases of US Military personel committing unthinkable atrocities in the war zone and at home after their return.

And remember; we only hear of those that the Government isn’t able to cover up.

It is a horrible tragedy.

Not the first as I say and not the last.

This is what happens when you put men in these situations and leave them there too long.

Guess we are short of volunteers for the meatgrinder so we send the same ones back four times in a row.

The Government would love to re-institute the draft but they shake in fear of another Vietnam era Anti-war movement to go on top of the current Anti-Corporate Corruption Movement; the Anti-Fascist movement and……Well; you get the point.

So we keep on sending these kids to kill the enemy.

Who is that again?

Was it those seventeen people Sergent Bayles killed? Even those children?

Or how about the ones that were sleeping?

Did they do something to arouse his righteous American wrath?

But how can you blame Sergent Bayles?

He probably never expected to be a political tool of the US Government when he signed up.

He probably thought the was doing the right thing.

And how can we fault a man like that?

I can’t.

Unless they discover he did it for profit or something which seems very unlikely.

No; I don’t think we should blame Sergent Bayles.

We should Blame George W. Bush.

Barack Obama.

The Congress of the United States.

The US Army.

All of these; but not Sergent Bayles.

Get the man some help and then release him to try to reclaim whatever fragments of his life are left.

But that isn’t what the Court will find.

They won’t find anyone but Sergent Bayles guilty.

They won’t make an example of anyone else to satisfy their political ambitions and keep the peace within their current land of conquest.

No; sadly; Sergent Bayles will pay the price alone.

He will pay whatever price the Government deems neccesary to achieve their goal of World Control.

And that means he will perhaps;  pay with his life.

Not that he hasn’t already.

1 Comment

Posted by on March 29, 2012 in angryman, politics, Uncategorized


Tags: , , , , , , ,

One response to “But I Can’t Remember Where Or When

  1. Soma Mukherjee

    March 30, 2012 at 06:07

    War, no matter how righteous the cause is born of a treacherous mother and a schemeing father.
    and no matter what may have been the “action plan” sooner or later its just plain killing of bodies and souls
    leaving behind bodies,hatred,guilt,tears,revenge and new enemies


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


Some political ramblings...and other jumbledness

From Where I Sit

Thoughts from an old Southern guy

The Blog

The latest news on and the WordPress community.

The Undaunted Democrat

Politics Taken seriously

Paul Militaru

Photography Portfolio

The Fifth Column

"News and views from around the world"

Annals of Immaturity

Tales of My Confusion Regarding What it Means to be an Adult

Liberated Way

Action in harmony with nature

Zeebra Designs & Destinations

An Artist's Eyes Never Rest


Issues of politics, race, and everything else.

"Do or Do not. There is no try."

A Little Tour in Yellow

A Premise Salesman with Some Things on His Mind

List of X

This Blog Is Not Recommended By WordPress

History Of The Ancient World

Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell,and you can foresee the future too -Marcus Aurelius-

World Of Alexander The Great

"Everything is possible to him who will try"

Ask Old Jules

the Hermit in the Hill Country


"in nonsense is strength"

The Sieve of Truth

Sieving the credible from the incredible

As My World Turns

What's New and Has My Attention

Bell Book Candle

Politics and poetry

♥ The Tale Of My Heart ♥

In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.

So Far From Heaven

Too many reincarnations in a single lifetime to trust this one.


Dog paddling through life...

%d bloggers like this: