Here's a reality check which
you might want to skip
> if you don't want to
know what goes into making
> sausages.
>
> Don't know if its real,
but thought I would pass it
> on to my mailing list
in a format that is easy
> to forward. Pass it on
to those on your list who might
> appreciate a
perspective from outside the comfort
> of a warm family room:
>
> Message
from a recon Marine in Afghanistan
> >
> > The following
was read on the Sully and Scooter
> (Radio KOGO in San
Diego)
> >
> Show on Nov. 17:
> >
> Just outside of Ab
Gach, in the northwest panhandle
> of Afghanistan between
Tajikstan and Pakistan,
> November 11, 2001.
>
> Bizarre, It's
(fucking)freezing here.
> >
> I'm sitting on hard,
cold dirt between rocks and
> shrubs at the base of
the Hindu Kush mountains
> along the Dar 'yoi
Pomir River watching a hole
> that leads to a tunnel
that leads to a cave.
> >
> Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery
> for thousands of miles.
I also glance at the
> area around my ass
every ten to fifteen seconds
> to avoid another
scorpion sting. I've actually
> given up battling the
chiggers and sand fleas,
> but them (fucking)
scorpions give a jolt like
> a cattle prod.
>
> Hurts like a
bastard. The antidote tastes like
> transmission fluid but
God bless the Marine Corps
> for the five vials of
it in my pack.
> >
> The one truth the
Taliban cannot escape is that,
> believe it or not, they
are human beings, which
> means they have to eat
food and drink water.
> That requires couriers and that's where an
> old bounty hunter like
me comes in handy.
>
> I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances
> and storage facilities,
type the info into
> the handheld, shoot the
coordinates up to the
> satellite link that
tells the air commanders
> where to drop the
hardware, we bash some heads
> for a while, then I
track and record the
> new movement.
>
> It's all about
intelligence. We haven't even
> brought in the snipers
yet.
>
> These scurrying rats
have no idea what they're
> in for. We are but days
away from cutting off
> supply lines and
allowing the eradication to begin.
> I dream of bin Laden
waking up to find me
> standing over him with
my boot on his throat as
> I spit a bloody ear
into his face and plunge
> my nickel plated Bowie
knife through his frontal lobe.
> >
> But you know
me. I'm a romantic.
> >
> I've said it before and
Ill say it again: This
> country blows, man.
It's not even a country.
> There are no roads, there's
no infrastructure,
> there's no government.
This is an inhospitable,
> rockpit shithole ruled
by eleventh century warring
> tribes. There are no
jobs here like we know jobs.
> >
> Afghanistan offers two
ways for a man to support
> his family: join the
opium trade or join the army.
> That's it. Those
are your options. Oh, I forgot, you
> can also live in a
refugee camp and eat
> plum-sweetened, crushed
beetle paste and squirt
> mud like a goose with
stomach flu if that's your
> idea of a party.
> >
> But the smell alone of
those "tent cities of the
> walking dead" is
enough to hurl you into the
> poppy fields to
cheerfully scrape bulbs for
> eighteen hours a day.
> >
> And let me tell you
something else. I've been
> living with these
Tajiks and
> >
> Uzbeks and Turkmen and
even a couple of
> Pashtuns for over a
month and a half now and
> this much I can say for
sure: These guys,
> all of em, are Huns.
> >
> Actual, living Huns. They LIVE to fight.
> Its what they do. Its
ALL they do.
> >
> They have no respect for anything, not for
> their families or for
each other or for themselves.
> They claw at one
another as a way of life. They play
> polo with dead calves
and force their five-year-old
> sons into human
cockfights to efend the family
> honor. Huns, roaming
packs of savage, heartless
> beasts who feed on each
other's barbarism.
> (Fucking) cavemen with
AK 47's.
> >
> Then again, maybe I'm
just cranky. I'm freezing
> my ass off on this
stupid (fucking) hill because
> my lap warmer is
running out of juice and I can't
> recharge it until the
sun comes up in a few hours.
>
> Oh yeah! You like to
write letters, right?
> Do me a favor, Bizarre.
Write a letter to CNN
> and tell Judy and Bernie and that awful, sneering,
> pompous Aaron Brown to
stop calling the
> Taliban
"smart." They are not smart.
>
> I suggest CNN invest in
a dictionary because
> the word they are
looking for is "cunning."
> The Taliban are cunning,
like jackals and hyenas and
> wolverines. They are
sneaky and ruthless and,
> when confronted,
cowardly.
>
> They are hateful,
malevolent parasites who create
> nothing and destroy
everything else. Smart. Pfft.
>
> Yeah, they're real
smart. They've spent their
> entire lives reading
only one book (and not a very
> good one, as books go)
and consider hygiene and indoor
> plumbing to be products
of the devil.
>
> They're still figuring
out how to work a Bic lighter.
> Talking to a Taliban
warrior about improving
> his quality of life is
like trying to teach an
> ape how to hold a pen;
eventually he just gets
> frustrated and sticks
you in the eye with it.
>
> OK,enough.
> >
> Snuffle will be up soon
so I have to get back to
> my hole. Covering my
tracks in the snow takes a
> lot of practice but I'm
getting good at it.
>
> Please tell my fellow
Americans to turn off their
> TV sets and move on
with their lives.
> >
> The story line you are getting from CNN is utter
> crap and designed not
to deliver truth but rather
> to keep you glued to
the screen through the
> commercials. We've got
this one under control.
>
> The worst thing you
guys can do right now is sit
> around analyzing what we're doing over here because
> you have no idea what
we're doing and, really, you
> don't want to know. We
are your military and we are
> doing what you sent us
here to do.
> >
> You wanna help? Buy
some stocks, America.
> >
> Saucy Jack