Tuesday, January 14, 2014

To what end did we fight? Fallujah...

Fallujah has gone to the dogs.
Wondering if my hooch beds up a bearded man and his WWII-era rifle.
A kid, his AK-47 rusted, dented -- still able to fire.
But you know what?
I really don't care anymore.
Fallujah was the worst.
The ugliest. Dirtiest. Coated in grime. Profane and brutal.
Maybe once it was beautiful. A sacred town. But then and now, the people ceded to extremists. Not willing or able to stand firm. It's life and limb and a disjointed government which engenders no loyalty.

they own this.