Shame, bitter, and painful
May. 4th, 2004 01:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pecuniumI've been on vacation for about two months now, and I am glad my hair is long, and my face shaggy, because right now I am ashamed of my profession, and don't want the world to see me for what I am, unless I tell them.
It isn't that I'm a soldier, not exactly. It's that I'm an interrogator, and while only MPs and officers (who don't do interrogations) have been implicated, it was said to be in the interest of people in my line of work.
It's hard to write this... so much of my spleen has been vented other places. I feel dirty, unclean, with spotted hands. What has been alleged is indefensible, if it was done (and I am certain it was) they deserve public humiliation.
The Regiment in square: The NCOs and Officers called out; the NCO's stripes ripped from their sleeves, the epaulets from the Officers shoulders, the rattle of the drums, and the painfully brittle sound of swords being broken in the hard light of an afternoon sun.
The terrible roll of the drums as the offenders are read off the rolls and out of the Army, and away to the brig.
And the casing of the colors, no music to march away, just the funeral pace of the drums tattoo, dull and heavy at the slow march.
It isn't that I'm a soldier, not exactly. It's that I'm an interrogator, and while only MPs and officers (who don't do interrogations) have been implicated, it was said to be in the interest of people in my line of work.
It's hard to write this... so much of my spleen has been vented other places. I feel dirty, unclean, with spotted hands. What has been alleged is indefensible, if it was done (and I am certain it was) they deserve public humiliation.
The Regiment in square: The NCOs and Officers called out; the NCO's stripes ripped from their sleeves, the epaulets from the Officers shoulders, the rattle of the drums, and the painfully brittle sound of swords being broken in the hard light of an afternoon sun.
The terrible roll of the drums as the offenders are read off the rolls and out of the Army, and away to the brig.
And the casing of the colors, no music to march away, just the funeral pace of the drums tattoo, dull and heavy at the slow march.
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Date: 2004-05-04 09:27 am (UTC)Fact: Your lot smack prisoners around. We don't like it (well, I hope most of us don't, but that's the sticking point at the moment, eh?), but we take advantage of it, by being nice when you turn them over to us.
Given the nature of the fight, the frustrations (from the locals, and the administration) I am not as surprised as I should be. My anger is not that it happened, but that so many seemed to condone it. My grief is that so many still condone it.
So to hear that British troops have done the same, well I'm not surprised at that either.
TK