"But war, in a good cause, is not the greatest evil which a nation can suffer. War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing worth a war, is worse. When a people are used as mere human instruments for firing cannon or thrusting bayonets, in the service and for the selfish purposes of a master, such war degrades a people. A war to protect other human beings against tyrannical injustice – a war to give victory to their own ideas of right and good, and which is their own war, carried on for an honest purpose by their free choice – is often the means of their regeneration. A man who has nothing which he is willing to fight for, nothing which he cares more about than he does about his personal safety, is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. As long as justice and injustice have not terminated their ever-renewing fight for ascendancy in the affairs of mankind, human beings must be willing, when need is, to do battle for the one against the other."

Monday, August 27, 2012

Here

After a few more days of cooling my heels in various arid locales, I’ve finally made it to my port of call: Camp Bastion/Leatherneck, right smack in the middle of territory so crappy even the Afghanis don’t want it (though it’s become a little more desirable since this base was set up, as a source of scrap metal for selling and poop water for irrigating).  The rest of my journey here was not very exciting, with the exception of being woken up in Kandahar by several booms in the morning.  Having been greeted after getting there by signs on every wall of the base describing what to do in case of an indirect fire (IDF), my sleepy brain decided discretion was the better part of valor and had me lie down on the floor, until I realized that no warning alarms were going off and that the booms were more likely an outgoing fire mission.  Actually, learning what an outgoing fire mission sounds like is probably a valuable piece of knowledge; but I still felt silly getting up off the floor afterward.

 

 

So, future updates will now be from what passes for the ‘front lines’ for a helicopter pilot who gets to go home to hot food and a warm bed after the end of every mission.  I’m going to be on the maintenance schedule initially, so posting won’t be too exciting.  Give me a month, and there will be some tales of derring-do.

1 comment:

Winefred said...

Don't feel obliged to get big into derring-do on our account.
;-P