Honor, respect, and vengeance: MIA
Sorry, guys, but this is gonna be another dire-sounding post, on the soldier captured by Taliban savages who are just beginning the process of parading him in the media — and we all know where that process tragically ends. I’ll just let Bill say it, since he does so well and completely, and I couldn’t agree more with every bit of it:
WASHINGTON (AP) – The American soldier who went missing June 30 from his base in eastern Afghanistan and was later confirmed to have been captured, said in a video posted by the Taliban that he’s “scared I won’t be able to go home.”
I’m frightened for you, too, because I think you are probably right. The Islamic barbarian savages who have captured you will, most likely, squeeze every last propaganda advantage from your imprisoned body, and then slaughter you on live video as a terror tactic aimed at your brothers in arms, and the folks back here in America.
But even as I fear for you, I honor you. You risked your life to serve your country, and that risk has now been transmuted into loss – loss for you, loss for your brothers, your family, your friends, and your nation.
Nonetheless, that risk was implicit in the decision you made when you joined the armed services and took your oath. Now your fate is in the hands of filthy, evil, brutal men who are little more than animals in human shape.
But what about the rest of us? What should we do?
The answer is, sadly, nothing. Nothing that they demand of us in order to save you, at least. This is called the fortunes of war, and compromising in any way with our brute enemies only guarantees that more will be placed in your situation in the future.
What we should do is avenge you. We should find those who killed you, and crush their bodies in a welter of their own rotten blood. We should lay waste the places where, like wild animals, they den up. We should destroy them until the very thought of America strikes terror and horror deep into what passes for their hearts.
And then we should leave, because it is not our business to “bring democracy” to a land as savagely medieval as Afghanistan. Our business is to be America – the lamp beside the golden door – a place that those Afghans who tire of the endless brute savagery of their homeland can come to and raise their children in peace and plenty and, not incidentally, in the 21st century rather than the 8th.
I weep for you, tears of sorrow and rage. If it were in my power, if I had some deadly magic wand, I would wave it, kill them, and set you free in an instant. But I don’t. Nobody does.
Weep, too, for a nation that has lost the will to avenge such heinous crimes against humanity as our Islamist enemies routinely commit, and the traitorous Left-wing scumsuckers in and out of government who have done so much to sap its righteous strength.
Update! More here than meets the eye, perhaps?
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