September 9, 2007

Free is Dead

There are movies everywhere on what do do with the mess we've made of Iraq. What's it look like over there without corporate TV filtering? Like killing fields and homeless desert people; very Nazi-esque I'm afraid. Hey don't take it from me. Hear it right from the mouths of 19-year olds if you must, but in this flick the soldiers talk.

From the Ground Truth website:

Hailed as "powerful" and "quietly unflinching," Patricia Foulkrod's searing documentary feature includes exclusive footage that will stir audiences. The filmmaker's subjects are patriotic young Americans - ordinary men and women who heeded the call for military service in Iraq - as they experience recruitment and training, combat, homecoming, and the struggle to reintegrate with families and communities. The terrible conflict in Iraq, depicted with ferocious honesty in the film, is a prelude for the even more challenging battles fought by the soldiers returning home – with personal demons, an uncomprehending public, and an indifferent government. As these battles take shape, each soldier becomes a new kind of hero, bearing witness and giving support to other veterans, and learning to fearlessly wield the most powerful weapon of all - the truth.

What gets me is nobody remembers we went over there to look for weapons, which, evidently we had, because we sure dropped 'em everywhere all over the place once we got there. And just today the government announced it dropped lethal bombs that killed people on the ground not proven to be terrorists with an un-manned aircraft. A drone. Killed by nobody - real blood and real, splintered bone blown all over desert sand but such clean clean kill from so far away. Weapons? Hey! OVER HERE! We have them!

So OPERATION IRAQI FREEDOM evidently means free is dead. Because since we went in there are a LOT more dead Iraqi citizens each day since Saddam was ousted holed and hanged. We even use his old mansions and prisons to torture the citizens (I'm sorry, suspected terrorists) with different masks on.

Still, the pleasure of the beast in killing. It ain't about the weapons as far as I can tell. I mean, we didn't find them. So can we go home now? I am sickened by the ultimate insult and mockery in the military recruiting language I pay for through taxes on my income: "An Army of One." Yep. That seem to be the trouble here -- terrorism is coming home all right. These killer kids are taking home a million wars, and we only sent them off to one.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This post should be spread, virally, around the web. You have outdone yourself, sir. You are equal parts Edmund Burke, Jonathan Swift, and Tom Paine.
"These killer kids are taking home a million wars, and we only sent them off to one."
Beautiful. Tragic.