November 13, 2015

What if there was a war and we pretended it wasn’t happening? #AvengeParis

There have been two other ISIS attacks, in two other countries, in the last two weeks.

Do you remember them?*

I had another post in the pipeline for today, but obviously.

I don’t know what the dominant emotion is right now. Grief. Anger. Some fear. Impotence. All over the board.

What will it take? What will it take for us, the Western World, to finally lace up and say, “Crap, we’ve still got work to do”?

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.” ~ Pluto

We’ve only been doing this a few years, with only one 10-month deployment to speak of. Relatively nothing compared to many of our friends. And I’m fatigued. I can only imagine how they feel.

I don’t want another deployment. I don’t want more formal war. I don’t want any more friends receiving Gold Stars and Purple Hearts. I absolutely don’t want anything to happen to SoldierMan.

Even more than that, though – more than all of that - I wholeheartedly, abso-freaking-lutely don’t want my daughter to go from hearing about war in another part of the world, to having it come to her own backyard. More than anything else, I don’t want that.

But it’s coming.

I’ve spent a lot of time pointlessly imagining how different the world today would be if we had shown less “civilized” restraint and just gone ahead and carpet-bombed the whole freaking region instead of trying to “win hearts and minds.” If maybe we had really stuck to that whole, “If you aren’t with us, you’re against us” mentality. If we’d been less concerned with preserving some kind of moral high-ground by letting a caveman culture that rapes boys, enslaves women, and throws the babies of their conquests into the sea reproduce vertically and laterally.

I know how the world looks today, since we didn’t do those things. We handed out soccer balls and dollar bills and they took our soccer balls and dollar bills and grew up and fricking joined ISIS.

Screw that.

I don’t like saying it. But I’m sick of not saying it: We need to go back. We need to go to their house and we need to clean house and we need to let our warriors be warriors and do what they are trained to do – kill and defeat the enemy.

Pray for Paris. Yes.


Then avenge it.

*Russian flight 9268 - 10/31/2015
Beirut - 11/12/2015


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