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A Risk Managing Citizen-Retired Soldier, He Who Hunted Heads, A hoopy e-learning frood who is also a generative artist/teacher, A PMP'n Migratory Executive, A Running Dog Capitalist/Economist, A CSM who has had a Kipling Experience and an Author/Prop - Yummy as Krispy Kreme and as strong as Dunkin' Donuts Coffee!


I sure hope to hear a little of the Ludwig van, whilst my eyes are getting a good tolchocking...


I wanted to put a map up today because this story is about a bridge between Tajikistan (green circle) and Afghanistan. I'm pretty sure most folks start by saying, "Now, where the heck is Tajikistan?" I couldn't remember off the top of my head.
This has a nifty video with a worrying message. It's about Helmand provence (red circle on map). One thing I do want to point out is how green it is. Forget that whole "Big Sandbox" idea.
After the Holocaust in Europe ended in 1945, the phrase "never again" took on a special meaning. We now knew what evil could happen when people stood by and did nothing.
But as the years slipped by and the world saw it happen again
And again

I don't care whether you are a bigot that thinks those "rag heads" or Muslims can't ever stop killing each other, or a sneering political opportunist who cynically chants "no blood for oil" or "This is Bush's War, dreamed up on a ranch in Texas." You are, in effect, saying "Never again? Who cares - 'again' isn't my problem."
It is a problem to me. I have brushed up against the edges of genocide before. I am about to go do a small thing. Help train the Iraqi Army to prevent "again" - whether internally or externally caused. It is a small thing I do, but there are 160,000 others joining me. Together we can add up to "Never Again".
While I serve, while I am able to do anything about it, I say NEVER AGAIN.
Labels: Iraq Training
The Prop was berzerk like always. That is him going into the scrum head already down like a bull ready to charge...
I managed to play some defense - which is always hard when it involves chasing people half your age... I caught one kid for a saving tackle and I think he felt some shame at being run down by a 41 year old, 240lbs second row. That and a little pain, heh heh.
One fun part was our mutual friend tackling a youngster right into the cheap, temporary goalposts and promptly destroying them:
That's me celebrating the moment, BTW.


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