If You Are Going To Die For A Cause, Make It A Good Cause
The Occupation Of Iraq Is A Needles Waste of Our American Soldiers And Iraqi Lives
Thanks To George Bush And His Un-American Traitor Friends
By Leonard Clark
   
  As I sit here listening to an old Peter Paul & Mary tape cassette that I bought from the second hand store, my mind goes back to that day I found a c.d. at the F.O.B. (forward operating base P.X. (post exchange).  I liked to listen to music on my battery operated c.d. player when we weren’t out “the wire”.
 
     Well, I was listening to this c.d and my team leader at the time, a sergeant came into my sleeping quarters.  I told him what I was listening to and asked him if he liked Peter Paul and Mary to which he responded through a grimace of  disbelief and a grunt that meant “no”.   I had known this sergeant and he had been a friend of mine all the way back to Ft. Polk, Louisiana where some of our leadership and the U.S. Army had put us through “90 days of hell” (but that’s another story).
 
     Even though we were comrades our relations had been strained and even more so after hurricane Katrina had hit the Gulf States.  This Sgt. And I were only a smaller symptom of a growing awareness among many of my comrades and the soldiers serving in Iraq.  This awareness was that we were not safe from anyone in Iraq, not just the Iraqis and foreign terrorist trying to kill us but from our own leadership and that we in effect were like sheep for the slaughter, just numbers in an “occupation” for oil companies and war profiteers that were growing rich off  the spilling of our blood and that it was needless for us to waste our lives for  a “lie” that was basically the occupation of Iraq.  We only knew that we must band together and fight for our own survival, it wasn’t for high minded ideals that we were now fighting but for the love of our fellow soldiers, our family, our “battle buddies”.  We knew that we were being played for suckers and dupes for that liar George Bush and his crooked gangster friends.
 
  When hurricane Katrina hit this awareness exploded into a raging fire before our eyes I and other soldiers sat side by side next to those from Louisiana and saw for the first time our poor fellow Americans floating face down in the flooded streets of cities and towns throughout the regions devastated by Katrina.  I won’t lie and tell you that I was not deeply distressed the first time I saw dead Americans floating face down in my own country and that the rest of the Americans in the area  were not being given the speedy assistance and emergency help that they as part of our Union of the United States deserved.  Tears of rage, flowed down my face as I heard that liar say: “Heck of a job Brownie.”  Hurricane Katrina was the straw that broke the camel’s back, because we knew that as National Guard soldiers we should be taking care of and helping our own country and not helping prop up a theocratic and corrupt government that said it was alright for Iraqi insurgents to murder our fellow soldiers.
 
     One day, this Sgt. I had  Spoken of earlier (whom I will always consider my comrade and friend) reacted to the anger he saw in me and his other fellow soldiers at not being home to help our own countrymen but  instead defending a far away people who to a large extent hated us and wanted us out of their country.   He told me and my battle buddy (the gunner in my humvee)  that the people who lived in those areas effected by Hurricane Katrina were at fault and needed to help themselves and those who wre using that disaster as an excuse to say we wrong for being in Iraq were communist.  At this point things started to go from bad to worse in our unit as we started to have more and more attacks from the enemy until finally, we had our first fatality.