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“A Recon Marine-The Sandpit,” from Dr. Jane Campbell

Excuse the raw language. But if this is true and authentic, and I have no reason to doubt it, then please consider what he is saying, and pray. Pray that we as a nation can get out of these middle eastern countries where we can neither solve their problems, nor help those who don’t want to be helped.Dr. Jane Campbell
along the Dar’yoi Pamir 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 the 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 hand held, and 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, and 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.

But you know me; I’m a romantic.  I’ve said it before and I’ll 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, rock-pit shit-hole
ruled by eleventh century warring tribes.

There are no jobs here like we know jobs.  Afghanistan offers only 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.

I’ve been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks, and Turkmen and even a couple of Pashtu’s, for over a month-and-a-half
 now, and this much I can say for sure: These guys, are Huns, actual, living Huns.  They LIVE to fight.  It’s what they do. 
 It’s ALL they do.  They have no respect for anything; not for themselves, their families, or for each other.

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 defend the family honor.  Just Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each
others barbarism.  Cavemen with AK-47’s.  Then again, maybe I’m just a cranky young bastard.  I’m freezing my ass
 off on this stupid 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 Wolf and Anderson 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, hyenas,
 and wolverines.  They are sneaky and ruthless, and when confronted, they are cowardly.  They are hateful, malevolent
parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else.

Smart?  Bullshit!  Yeah, they’re real smart,  Most can’t read, but they’ve spent their entire lives listening to Imams telling
them about only one book (and not a very good one, as books go).  They consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be
products of the devil.  They’re still trying to 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 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 good at it.

Please, I tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the TV sets and move on with your lives.  The story line you are
 getting from CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC and other liberal news agencies is utter bullshit and designed not to deliver truth
but rather to keep you glued to the screen so you will watch the next commercial.  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.  You have no idea what we’re doing, and you really don’t
want
 to know.  We are your military, and we are only doing what you sent us here to do.
 
 
From a Jack Recon Marine in Afghanistan, Semper Fi.
 
“Freedom is not free, but the U.S. Marine Corps is paying most of your share”.
 
God Bless America.
 
PS.  Why would any civilized country want to bring these barbarians into their cities or states. 

 To do so is total suicidal insanity!


        From a Recon Marine in Afghanistan:
 
From the Sand Pit
It’s freezing here.  I’m sitting on hard cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush Mountains,