Coming down the King’s Canyon trail
near Tucson, I found myself thinking of a line from Kipling: “And you may hear
a breech-bolt snick, though never a man is seen.” That canyon, aside from its saguaro
and prickly pear, probably looks a good deal like some of the terrain in
Afghanistan. I was thinking what a shame that we didn’t learn anything from the
British experience there, or the Russian. Even supposing we had to eliminate
the Al-Qaeda camps and destabilize the Taliban for a while, we could have hit
them hard, chased them up into the high mountains for a while, and used what
time we had to train ten thousand Afghans to be drill sergeants, and then GOT
THE HELL OUT, leaving a trail of money behind us, and sending more unless and
until the Taliban took over again. Ten years. Alas. With the number of dead,
limbless, or brain-damaged only a small part of the ongoing cost of mental
derangement and suicide. When I got home I looked up “The Ballad of East and
West” and found that I’d had the line almost right. It’s really: “And ye may
hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen.” Those poor guys are still
being ambushed, even after they get back to the States from their third or
fourth deployment.
Monday, December 3, 2012
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