Here is a positive story. Maj. Dickie Head (aka my parents hate me) patrols Basra In Beret and revels at the peace.
While serving as Squad leader 3/7 I co. 2nd Plt,(many years ago) during the invasion I found my self hitting the Beat in Basra.
The loving honest people feared us deeply, our stone cold demeaner and reflective sun glasses might as well come from Mars theese people never saw
anything like the US Marines on a Mission to Kill. (using fire/manuver and close combat)
The streets were unbearable littered, the heat was plastering in the early spring, and danger could be in any area of the 360 degree MOUT enviroment.
Looting was occuring at a nearbye Honda plant, not our mission... The Killing was moments away... The test of your training, will you put steel on
target? Will you die?
In this discription the streets people are back to envasion state... To me this means the will of the people is broken, just as it was thoose first
weeks. Fly's and smells, burning crap pots and rotting flesh.
Jack boot nazi comes to mind, but I was there to kill terrorists, well now I know who they are, and I wont kill again unless in defense.
I would die for them now, how could I help them? well god please forgive me....
They are the light of humanity, surviveing in hell, with less to think about than a pill addict on payday.
I salute You Basra, Iraq.
May we truly someday liberate you from opresion.
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