Monday, August 22, 2005

Burglars in the Neighborhood ... The Conclusion

Note: This DC exclusive mini-series is inspired by those who contend that Pres. Bush is a “war criminal", that the Iraq War is “illegal”, “unjust”, “the wrong war at the wrong time”, “ill-advised”, etc., but nonetheless claim they “support our troops.” For these people, each difficult mission or day in Iraq is viewed an another opportunity to make another political point.

This series is fictional, but it is based upon current events. Any resemblance between any character herein and/or between current world events is not designed to impugn the patriotism of any Leftist … as we know that every one on the Left loves the military, “supports the troops” and it is completely outlandish to even imply otherwise.

To clarify, the Leftists specifically referenced herein are those who insist upon trumpeting their opposition to the war in Iraq while holding to the nonsensical position that they still "support the troops".

If the inane,insane, and cowardly conduct of the Half-Delegate herein does not represent or fit you, then don't wear it.

For a recap,

Here's Part I, Part II ... and Part III.

And now, the conclusion:

As the Captain and his men headed for the gates to the Neighborhood, their minds recalled the memories of the past, the many difficult months. The Corporal, he thought of his fallen comrades who could not see this day. This day was theirs, too. The Sergeant, he thought of his wife, his baby girl, and his son. There was a deep sense of accomplishment.

Some guilt persisted in certain members of the Force that they had made it and some more worthy than they had not, but they knew their comrades would want them to look ahead with pride, not back with regret.

All of their doubts of their success and the worthiness of their cause seemed to be melting away on this 110 degree day, when suddenly their thoughts were jolted into reality by the sound of the New Yorktimes, still going, still ...

"All of you who fear what comes next, I say, fear not. For now, there are more than half in the land who know that this mission was illegal. It was a waste. Those who died, yes, they died in vain. It was a mission simply for the enrichment of the Supreme Commander and his Jewish friends. My apologies to all in the Neighborhood. Hear me, those who serve MOAM and the Menace ... this was a mistake. Yes, we support the Force, but their mission has been in vain, and I grieve that so many have died needlessly, for no purpose, in pursuit of an illegal aim. At least now it is ending, but it is way too late ... "

The Corporal's heart was racing as the Half-Delegate's words processed in his brain. He still remembered the words of his dying friend, "Tell my wife I died so that she can live in freedom. Tell my son why we were here. And finish the mission." The Half-Delegate's words were the equivalent of urine on the tombstone of this most gallant of men. The Corporal was boiling. He locked and loaded his weapon.

The Sergeant walked disbelieving, and all he could do was pray: "Lord, grant me the courage to change only what I can. Today, keep me in check."

Meanwhile, the Captain made sure that he had a full clip of ammunition, and he loaded it in his sidearm. He, too, prayed for steadiness, for as meticulous a planner as he was, he still didn't know what was ahead on this last day in the Neighborhood.

The Force walked up to the Half-Delegate quietly, and as he stepped down from his New Yorktimes, he turned around in surprise to see the Captain, the Sergeant, and the Corporal standing there about 10 feet away. The rest of what remained of the approximately company-sized unit watched from about 25 yards.

"Good morning, Captain," the Half-Delegate said nervously. "Congratulations. I mean, for the 'mission accomplished' and all. You must be excited to go back to the Land."

The Captain, he said not a word, but started toward the Half-Delegate. He reached to his side. The Corporal couldn't tell if he was reaching for his cargo pocket or for ... his sidearm. Suddenly, the cobwebs cleared in the Corporal's brain, and he thought ... "NO!!" He started toward the Captain, to stop him before it was too late. Then ... thwack. The Sergeant's forearm hit him in the chest, and he stopped.

And then they both watched in stunned silence. For as the Captain approached the Half-Delegate, he reached for something while he was walking ... and the Half-Delegate fell to the ground. He lay in a heap.

And then the Half-Delegate began to sob and to plead for his life: "Captain, please, spare me. I was only ... only speaking for what I thought was best. I don't want to die. I don't want to fight. I am afraid! I don't want to fight! Please, don't make me fight!!"

The Captain was kneeling now, in front of the Half-Delegate. He spoke softly, "Do you see this?," he asked. The Half-Delegate, he nodded but in disbelief. The Captain was holding up a pocket-size copy of the Land's Constitution. Then the Captain said, "Sir, I took an oath to defend this Constitution, against all enemies of the land, whether there or here. Yet you have impugned my integrity and that of my men. You have, whether unwittingly or not, called us the Burglars in this Neighborhood. You are unworthy of the freedom that you have, and you fail to see that you have it ... " The Captain's voice trailed off, as he recalled sending a letter to his fallen lieutenant's parents.

"You have it because we fight for right and freedom, and to keep our honor clean," the Corporal said.

The Captain then took to his feet and the Half-Delegate, he continued to lay there in a heap in the sand. His sobbing was more quiet now, but it continued.

Then the Captain and his men, they left. They headed west, toward the Land.

As he lay on the ground, the Half-Delegate waited for the Force to drop below the horizon, so that it would be safe to get up. And when they were finally gone, he stood on his feet, relieved that his life had been spared.

"You, from the Land," a voice with a foreign accent called to him from behind. The Half-Delegate turned to find one of the remnants of the MOAM's forces. "Yes, sir. I am from the Land, but I have wished you no harm. I have tried to" .... "Shut up," the man ordered, and then two more men appeared with weapons and motioned him to get into a nearby car. Then, the first man blindfolded him, and with that the Half-Delegate was taken away in the car.

And the car drove to the east, and it drove until it disappeared over the horizon.