Week Whatever
Its been quite a while since I last
wrote. I don’t really know why. The reason lies somewhere between a loss of
inspiration or compassion.
I find myself
periodically thinking that these people may be just a large number of weak
minded individuals awaiting the next smarter soul to conquer them.
Immediately you
might find yourself exclaiming…Some very intelligent people have come from
Really…
Name some.
I’m at a loss.
Are you certain
that the last turban wearing scholar you met wasn’t Indian?
Every nation must
have contributed at some point to overall world advancement. We have to give the Iraqis the benefit of
the doubt. Okay, so there are some smart
people here. I’ve met plenty. They are all trying to get to
Is the
distribution the same as in other countries?
I’ve met some friggen ignoramuses in the
States. We certainly have our share of
stupidity.
But I keep coming
back to the same sad thought: My own dog
won’t shit in the same place that she sleeps. She’ll hold it until she busts or gets an
infection.
These people will
shit in the corner of their house before they’ll go outside. Not all, but way more than I should have
statistically met.
I’ve got pictures
of 3000 Iraqi soldiers living in an aircraft hanger that have defecated inside
the same walls. It doesn’t rain
here. Couldn’t they have gone outside?
And people
ridicule ME for being jaded.
Explain THAT crap.
I can’t.
Okay, so they’ve
been oppressed.
Somehow I doubt
Saddam forced these people to live like vermin.
He kept his own palaces clean.
Rumor has it that he would kill people for littering. Apparently he had to kill hundreds. I’d like to think that in the States, after
you shot the first or second person, the place would stay pretty clean.
I think the
oppression card has been played a little too far.
No, I’m sorry, I
can’t give you cold hard evidence, it’s just a feeling I’m getting.
Little mafia’s are
popping up everywhere. Everywhere that two or three smart individuals figure out how to
dominate their neighbors.
How the hell is a
strong central government supposed to control this?
I saw some
graffiti on the wall at the convention center.
The translation was: “A nation of sheep lead by a government of wolves.”
I’m scared…
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In the midst of
all this one of our soldiers shot himself.
On purpose.
Put two rounds
through his skull.
I wondered where
all the blood went until I helped the CID (Criminal Investigation Division)
move the mattress.
You’d be amazed
how much blood an inexpensive mattress will absorb.
I inspected his
body when I got to the scene. CPR was
useless. It was all the last few fading
beats of his heart could do to pump a little geyser out of his forehead. When I ran my fingers behind his head I found
the exit hole. My hand slipped in easily
and I saw the tip of my gloved finger where his last thought must have been.
I wonder what it
was.
Do you think he
was wrapped up in the plight of these poor Iraqis?
Do you think that
he was overcome with grief from the surrounding suffering of these people?
My guess, is like the rest of us, he was still the center of
his own universe.
I was here, but I
left weeks ago, now I’m just waiting for the ARMY to release my body back to
the States, or for something worthwhile to bring me back to
Here’s a
thought. See if you can follow it. It makes sense to me.
We made these
people’s problem.
We made these
people’s problem our own.
We brought our
own problems.
These people’s
problems started long before we got here to make them.
When we leave,
we’ll take our own problems with us,
we’ll leave some for
the Iraqis,
and
the Iraqis will
still have the same damn problems they’ve had since the beginning of humanity.
Sincerely,
A bitter and jaded
Daniel
Next Week: Jew hating She-Mom, Extreme Balcony Lounging,
My favorite cigars, and a few novel ideas on healthcare.