Excuse me while I move some files from the Word Press site over here so I can delete that thing forever. If you didn't see this before, now's your chance!
Previously published 1/13/2010
Pat Dollard, in Ramadi, Iraq
If you thought the tiny glimpse of the Iraq War you were allowed to see all those years through the polished prisms of pretty-boy liberal-run cable TV was real … get ready to have your ass blown up by an IED.
Pat Dollard, who’s gracious enough to lower his standards and let your insane narrator have a weekly spot on his site, PatDollard.com, had his tenacious and riveting and truly ground-breaking Young Americans video series debut yesterday at Big Hollywood. It’s the reportage the MSM never wanted you to know about, for fear you’d double your support for the war we won but Dirty Harry once claimed we “lost.”
Here’s a mesmerizing taste:
“…Some short-hand background: I was a William-Morris talent agent, a 17-year veteran with Steven Soderbergh as my flagship client. I wasn’t restless, I wasn’t having a mid-life crisis, nor did I go for any other cheap reason that the Left would have you believe in order to prevent you from finding any decent, substantive or, God forbid, patriotic or moral reason to film what I did. I went because my country was engaged in both a shooting and information war, and if I could do it, I faced a moral imperative to serve my country in those wars, in the best available way that I could. At the time, I was too old to enlist, so I joined the fray in the next most appropriate manner. In both the series and the story behind it, there are great heights of human achievement, the most stinging moments of human pain, the lowest depths of human failure and human evil, and loss of life of family and friends. I went to war and kept my life, but lost my family, in a bizarre reversal of the usual dark process. Someone recently told me that I have never come home. And like so many of us who journey into war, I have found that this person was inadvertently correct. Because I did come home, but home was no longer there. It really never is, if only because the home we left was in part a no-longer effective illusion, and because our vision of the natures of both the world and the men who populate it, so stripped to their essential truths by conditions that are governed by nothing more than the forces of cunning and power, has been made much clearer, and so different, that home by perception is most certainly not, and never again will be, the place that we left. We will be entirely present, we will flourish, and we will start a new home with the people we left in the old one, but no one ever returns home from war.”
Still here? What the fuck for? Click here for the preamble story and video, and follow over to Big Hollywood for the full effect, including Episode 1 of Young Americans. Then take a good hard look inside your heart and ask yourself: “Do I really want our young Americans in Afghanistan to go through all of this shit again … for nothing?”