Monday, August 01, 2005

Burglars in the Neighborhood ... Part III

Note: This DC exclusive mini-series is inspired by those 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 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 and insane conduct of the Half-Delegate herein does not represent or fit you, then don't wear it.


For a recap ... here's Part I and Part II.

The Captain returned to his men, and the fighting intensified. The operation to rid the neighborhood of the Menace's criminals raged for many months. It was hard work, the but men of the force, they persevered.

The Half-Delegate's messages over his New Yorktimes continued blaring day in ... day out. These messages wore on the Captain's men while emboldening the criminals: "People of the Neighborhood, please understand. Not all of us believe in what the Force is doing here. They are misguided. Their mission, though in the guise of law enforcement, is unlawful. It is a terrible mistake. Please accept our apologies. We are hopeful to convince the Supreme Commander to pull out at the earliest possible date, or at least to set a deadline for such a pullout ... "

Hearing these messages became hard to bear for the members of the Force. They had already found criminals loyal to the Mother of All Menaces (MOAM) upon their arrival. Now, more were pouring into the neighborhood. In fact, the messages on the New Yorktimes could be heard well over the walls of the neighborhood and to the east, where the MOAM's criminals encamped.

Still the Half-Delegate, he would not stop: "All who fear the Captain and his noble men (we all support in the land, you know) should recall that political leaders like myself are hoping that we create a situation just like long ago when we convinced our government to pull out before another illegal mission was finished. Recall that we made that situation much better. And if you fear the Force, just remember that we are here. We support the troops."

One night after chow, the Captain met with his men to discuss their mission and to check their morale. One corporal was angry, for he had lost two friends fighting the MOAM's forces in the neighborhood. "Captain, do we just sit here and take this each day? We are fighting these criminals here with all we have, and it appears that the people of the land, they do not believe in us." The Captain had worried about the effect of the Half-Delegate's constant statements on the New Yorktimes regarding the mission of his men. It seemed to be taking a toll. "Corporal, I understand. Please remember that most of the people, they are behind us. But the Half-Delegate's efforts frankly puzzle me. All members of the land have the right to believe and speak as they wish, though. This separates us from those we are fighting."

The Corporal pondered these words, but he could not accept them. Something was not right. Some other men spoke up and wondered if the messages broadcast via the New Yorktimes were emboldening the criminals, such that the criminals wondered if the Supreme Commander would shrink from the mission. Some of the men wondered now, too, if he would. And then they would be endangered in the Neighborhood and reviled back in the land.

Amidst the heating discussion, a sergeant spoke up. In his heart, he knew that the Half-Delegate had taken liberties in this time of strife that cut to the core of the men he served with. "Sir, we came here to find and fight the Burglars ... in this Neighborhood. But, if the Half-Delegate is right, then we, we are the burglars."

"Exactly," the Corporal said.

"Well, he is wrong," the Captain shot back. "Let's get to it and get it done."

The Captain's men remembered that exchange and, the Half-Delegate's efforts notwithstanding, their professionalism carried them over the coming months. Eventually, they cornered and destroyed the Menace's criminals, and they also eliminated nearly all but a few stragglers of the MOAM's forces that had come from the east to join the fight. Their mission was now finally judged a success, such that the people of the Neighborhood were able to take on the remaining criminals without help from the Force.

The time to return to the land drew near. People in the land began to see that the mission of the force was nearing an end and also that the Menace and his criminals had been neutralized. There was joy in more than half of the land.

One night, the Corporal opened a letter from a woman who had been corresponding with him throughout the mission. She wrote, "I had my doubts about the mission of the Force, though I never shared them with you. Mainly, I wanted you to come home safe. Now that the mission is over, I am glad you are well and that you and the rest of the Force will be home soon. I have come to see the merit of what you and your comrades have been doing. And you have done it well. Thank you for serving." The Corporal was moved. Here was a woman who had doubts about their mission, yet she had steadfastly written and encouraged him. The work of the Force, it was hard. And the Half-Delegate had caused him to doubt on some days. Upon reading her letter, he was thankful. His faith in the people of the land was renewed.

The Captain dropped by the Corporal's tent. "Whatcha reading?," the Captain asked. "Just a note from a friend at home, sir," the corporal responded. "Well, I'm sure you are ready to head home, " the Captain said. The Corporal, he nodded.

"We've got one more thing to do, though," the Captain said, as he turned to head back to his hooch for the night. "We're going to see the Half-Delegate before we get out of here ... one last bit of business."

Next time ... the conclusion.