Towers

 

Baroque / Hercules Seghers/ Town with four towers

Sunny day out...Gotta trot about and do some errands, but nothing onerous.  Some Chaufferring, some search for prep items.  Some writing later.  

The shrillness of the folks who are pissed off about us cutting and running from the rockpile is unsurprising.  I kinda remember the same thing happening during the days I was in..the fuckwads from Project Phoenix were still venting their spleen about the idea that they could never imagine.  The idea that we really should have never been there and that the inhabitants (short the quislings we had recruited/paid) didn’t really want our enlightened rule of the rule of the astoundingly corrupt government that we put up as window dressing.

One of the things that I was taught is that a tactical retreat under fire is the most difficult thing an army can do.  We didn’t do too badly.  We had to get out and we got the greater bulk of our troops out with minimum casualties.  I kinda think that we did OK.

Everyone is screaming that we left American citizens behind.  Well, what the fuck were they doing there anyway.  Everyone with a lick of sense knew to get out months ago.  I am thinking that these were NGO types, who sucked off good American coin in the faraway. They mismanaged their retreat in a war zone and made the wrong decision as to the time to leave.  I wonder how many were holding last minute seminars on women's studies and intersectionality? (PS: Do not freak out on me about this snarky jab. I am planning on writing tomorrow on missionaries of all sorts)

Nope it was a good exit.  We got our boys out and a shitload of folks who worked with us.  We need to just spend the next while relaxing and working out of sight to smuggle folks out who we should smuggle out.  

Same as the late seventies.  We got a C in that period.  Maybe a C+.  Maybe we can do better this time.