Jeff forwared this e-mail he got the other day. Very intersting insight of what is really going on in the most important places there!
In a message dated 12/2/2001 12:07:56 PM Central Standard Time:
Here's one on Afghanistan you won't hear on television. Don't read it if you have tender ears (or eyes)! This is a very COARSE LETTER (some expletives deleted) from an American GI. Please bear that in mind when you review this. I feel it is an insight into the mind of a soldier in Afghanistan, and what is going on in the hunt for Osama and crew.
/s/ Ebenezer F. Porter II Capt. USN-RET
46-112 Kiowai St. #3022 Kaneohe, HI 96744-3678
Hello Just outside of Ab Gach (in the northwest panhandle of Afghanistan between Tajikstan and Pakistan)
November 11, 2001 Bizarre, It's f***ing freezing here. I'm sitting on hard, cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush mountains along the Dar 'yoi Pomir River watching a hole that leads to a tunnel that leads to a cave.
Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles. I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to fifteen seconds to avoid another scorpion sting. I've actually given up battling the chiggers ants and fleas, but them goddamn scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod.
Hurts like a *******. The antidote tastes like transmission fluid but God bless the Marine Corps for the 5 vials of it in my pack. One truth the Taliban(dits) cannot escape is that, believe it or not, they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink water. That requires couriers and that's where an old bounty hunter like me comes in handy; I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances and storage facilities, type the info into the handheld, shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware, we bash some heads for a while, then I track and record the new movement. It's all about intelligence. We haven't even brought in the snipers yet. These scurrying rats have no idea what they're in for.
We are but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the eradication to begin.
I dream of bin Laden waking up to find me standing over him with my boot on his throat as I spit a bloody ear into his face and plunge my nickel-plated Bowie knife through his frontal lobe. But you know me, I'm a romantic. I've said it before and I'll say it again: This country blows, man. It's not even a country. There are no roads, there's no infrastructure, there's no government. This is an inhospitable, rockpit hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes. There are no jobs here like we know jobs. Afghanistan offers two ways for a man to support his family: join the opium trade or join the army. That's it. Those are your options. Oh, I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed beetle paste and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu if that's your idea of a party. But the smell alone of those "tent cities of the walking dead" is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day. And let me tell you something else. I've been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks and Turkmen and even a couple of Pushtins for over a month and a half now and this much I can say for sure:
These guys, all of em, are Huns. Actual, living Huns. They LIVE to fight.
It's what they do. It's ALL they do. They have no respect for anything, not for their families or for each other or for themselves. They claw at one another as a way of life. They play polo with dead calves and force their five year old sons into human cockfights to defend the family honor. Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other's barbarism. Goddamn cavemen with AK 47's.
Then again, maybe I'm just cranky. I'm freezing my *** off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is running out of juice and I can't recharge it until the sun comes up in a few hours.
Oh yeah! You like to write letters, right? Do me a favor: Write a letter to CNN and tell Judy and Bernie and that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban "smart." They are not smart. I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary because the word they are looking for is "cunning." The Taliban(dits) are cunning, like jackals and hyenas and wolverines; they are sneaky and ruthless and, when confronted, cowardly. They are hateful, malevolent, cowardly parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else. Smart. Pfft!! Yeah, they're real smart. They've spent their entire lives reading only one book (and not a very good one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be products of the devil. They're still figuring out how to work a Bic lighter. Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen; eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it. OK, enough.
Sun'll be up soon so I have to get back to my hole. Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice but I'm getting good at it. Please tell my fellow Americans to turn off their TV sets and move on with their lives.
The story line you are getting from CNN is utter b***s*** and designed not to deliver truth but rather to keep you glued to the screen through the commercials. We've got this one under control. The worst thing you guys can do right now is sit around analyzing what we're doing over here because you have no idea what we're doing and, really, you don't want to know. We are your military and we are doing what you sent us here to do.
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