Two more NZ soldiers killed in Afghanistan - why are we occupying this corrupt narco state for America's war of terror?
Two more NZ soldiers dead and 6 injured. What on earth are we doing propping up this corrupt narco state for an American war of terror?
We all know that we are losing in Afghanistan, that we never in fact 'won it' and with Key's Government slavish worship of America, we are wedded to their interests and not ours.
Our forces are called a 'reconstruction team' to create the perception that they are all out there building schools and clearing wells. It's a purposeful misperception. An independent report on the so called 'reconstruction building' that NZ has done in the area suggests the work is little more than a PR stunt.
They are soldiers occupying a country that has killed every occupation force that has tried to hold it. They are soldiers propping up a corrupt narco state. They are soldiers handing civilians over to known torture units.
They are our soldiers, and we are responsible for their actions and we are responsible for these deaths.
As I do every time we lose a soldier, here is James K Baxter's poem that sums up the contempt we should feel towards our political leaders who are so quick and gung ho to commit NZers to war...
The Gunner's Lament
A Maori gunner lay dying
In a paddyfield north of Saigon,
And he said to his pakeha cobber,
"I reckon I've had it, man!
'And if I could fly like a bird
To my old granny's whare
A truck and a winch would never drag
Me back to the Army.
'A coat and a cap and a well-paid job
Looked better than shovelling metal,
And they told me that Te Rauparaha
Would have fought in the Vietnam battle.
'On my last leave the town swung round
Like a bucket full of eels.
The girls liked the uniform
And I liked the girls.
'Like a bullock to the abattoirs
In the name of liberty
They flew me with a hangover
Across the Tasman Sea,
'And what I found in Vietnam
Was mud and blood and fire,
With the Yanks and the Reds taking turns
At murdering the poor.
'And I saw the reason for it
In a Viet Cong's blazing eyes -
We fought for the crops of kumara
And they are fighting for the rice.
'So go tell my sweetheart
To get another boy
Who'll cuddle her and marry her
And laugh when the bugles blow,
'And tell my youngest brother
He can have my shotgun
To fire at the ducks on the big lagoon,
But not to aim it at a man,
'And tell my granny to wear black
And carry a willow leaf,
Because the kid she kept from the cold
Has eaten a dead man's loaf.
'And go and tell Keith Holyoake
Sitting in Wellington,
However long he scrubs his hands
He'll never get them clean.'
James K Baxter
There is no military solution in Afghanistan.