As I moved on one of his men fell in beside me, mumbling. Asked to repeat himself, he exploded: “Don’t you f—
in’ eyeball me.”
Nodding to his officer and raising his weapon, he shrieked: “He has rank to lose. I don’t. I’ll take you out
quick as a flash, motherf—er!”
This is all so disgusting and counterproductive and depressing. I was already depressed from identifying with
this Jim Henley post:
And I had spent the morning reading GinMar’s journal from her arrival in Kuwait to the aftermath of the ambush
in what was pretty clearly Kut, and over the month and a half’s worth of entries you can really see one of two
things happening: relations with the locals sour measurably, OR, GinMar simply gets familiar enough with the
culture to perceive the animosities that have been there all along. Either way, the trajectory of her entries
provides a bass line to April’s crescendo of violence – it makes the claims that the Sadrist uprising is
unconnected to any generalized mass hostility sound distinctly off-key.
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