6 thoughts on “BAM. And the Dirt is…. Still Here.

  1. I’m sure most of our soldiers go to war with good intentions. I believe they are misinformed and misguided intentions. Nevertheless, they mean well.

    Some, however, seem to go to war for primal scream therapy. Indeed, some may go with good intentions but become hate-filled, primal screamers as a result of the brutality and horror they witness.

    War is hell.

    • I believe that if a politician believes in the righteousness of a war so much, then they should be on the front lines pulling the trigger and being traumatized and being shot apart. They should be willing to carry out their state-sanctioned murder first hand. How many men have gone forth at the behest of some politician who dictates who they should kill or be killed by from the safety of a desk-chair or pulpit?

      So many wars we Australians have fought in. So many wasted lives and pathetic causes.

      • True. I don’t think this is recent phenomenon, either:

        “The Queen & The Soldier”
        ————————————
        The soldier came knocking upon the queen’s door
        He said, “I am not fighting for you any more”
        The queen knew she’d seen his face someplace before
        And slowly she let him inside.

        He said, “I’ve watched your palace up here on the hill
        And I’ve wondered who’s the woman for whom we all kill
        But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
        Only first I am asking you why.”

        Down in the long narrow hall he was led
        Into her rooms with her tapestries red
        And she never once took the crown from her head
        She asked him there to sit down.

        He said, “I see you now, and you are so very young
        But I’ve seen more battles lost than I have battles won
        And I’ve got this intuition, says it’s all for your fun
        And now will you tell me why?”

        The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
        She said, “You won’t understand, and you may as well not try”
        But her face was a child’s, and he thought she would cry
        But she closed herself up like a fan.

        And she said, “I’ve swallowed a secret burning thread
        It cuts me inside, and often I’ve bled”
        He laid his hand then on top of her head
        And he bowed her down to the ground.

        “Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
        As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
        But I won’t march again on your battlefield”
        And he took her to the window to see.

        And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
        And she wanted more than she ever could say
        But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
        And would not look at his face again.

        And he said, “I want to live as an honest man
        To get all I deserve and to give all I can
        And to love a young woman who I don’t understand
        Your highness, your ways are very strange.”

        But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
        And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
        She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
        She would only be a moment inside.

        Out in the distance her order was heard
        And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
        And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
        The battle continued on

        – Suzanne Vega

  2. Jeez Kabdoo, that is just something I have been looking for mate!

    I am a Veteran of Somalia, East Timor and Afghanistan, I was an Infantry Soldier and as such was in the thick of it.

    In 2004 I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). My marriage dissolved around me, I was an alcoholic and I was a very bitter man. I tried to take my own life, however, I was found and the ambo’s resuscitated me.

    War is indeed hell, but I knew that. What I didn’t know was the effect it has on kids in these places. My PTSD is not related to battle, it is due to seeing horrific scenes involving children. I was not trained for that.

    I sponsor a child in Afghanistan and I fully intend to ensure he gets a chance in life, here in Australia.

    In the last 6 months I have had 5 mates kill themselves.

    Australia’s hidden shame of its war involvement is not exposed. I am working on that.

    Mike

    • Well said Mike. We have great respect for the men and women who have served their country honourably as you have.

      Five men dead by their own hand 😦 Appalling.

      Good luck with recovering from your illness and good luck with bringing the lad out from Afghanistan.

  3. Sorry, Mike, for the late reply. I’m sorry to hear about the ordeals you’ve been through but I’m glad we’re on the same side now. Keep up what you’re doing. When someone like yourself, who has fought on the frontline for their country turns around and says “something is wrong here”. People have to sit up and take notice. Good on you, too, for doing something concrete by bringing that Afghani boy to Australia. I hope you succeed. I am trying to do something similar for a young female relative who lives in Gaza in conditions most Australians could not comprehend.

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