cursed by a village for caring

she was under an orange tarp with her sister, in a field, beside a tree
laying in her own excretement, urine and the breakdown now of her body
it was more than 50 degrees easily
the horn of africa, sounds romantic, mysterious
i called it ‘way beyond up shit creek without a paddle’
standing there looking at them laying there. WTF? i looked at the Dad
he looked helplessly back
they were skeletons, maybe a 9 and 12 year old, but i couldnt be sure
im a soldier not a doctor, theres no fucken doctors here
i hate these moments, they think i can cure all, like some friggen magician
what am i supposed to do with this?
no interpreter but i heft my rifle under his face and getting angry ask him
‘do you want me to shoot your daughters?"
i point it at them, down to their heads
he signals ’no no’ with his hands and i signal ‘then what then?’
my bloke watching my back from the alley comes in
we are both fucken sick of this, he has that look on his face, he’s had enough
in this place, bandits kill for the food and give none to the weak
this dad has to keep his sons, so the girls are dead, because they bring birth
famine loves birth, eats birth, kills birth, kills whole families, i should know
thats why we are fed up with this, every bloody day we see and handle this
he wont let me shoot them, thank god!! not that i would, he can do it.
we do what we can to assess and assist the girls and then we depart that loc
the next day a convoy, a small one, comes through and i weigh lay it
they arent happy but follow me with a vehicle to the girls
the commander says shoot them, he feels as helpless (angry) as we do
the villagers are gone somewhere, so stuff it, where gonna do it
we grab the oldest and lift, she breaks in the middle and cant even scream
the youngest we do better with, chuck em in the vehicle like wood or sacks
the commanders pissed off but he says he’ll get them to the death hospital
its a good ten hours away for we are up shit creek bigtime, he leaves
sometime later the village comes back and dad sees daughters gone
they come for us shrieking abuse and outrage, theres a lot of them
theres only 10 of us but we can handle them if they push it
i get slapped by the dad and pushed alot, i let him get it out on me
i realise they think we killed them, ok, no that didnt happen you prick
try explaining they went by vehicle to hospital in a certain town & will live
to an enraged mob who dont speak english, yeah good luck with that
in the end you have no option
you go into action and get control of them with brute strength & discipline
they hate you, they curse you, for weeks to come, as you live with them
and even though eventually you hear the girls are alive (i dont think so)
you carry their hatred of their situation with you, they curse you
i carry it in my eyes therefore my mind, right to this present day
and the noise of them, the smell of them, the screaming abuse in your face
will never leave me or my men, im sure, as it hasnt managed to yet
and though we saved (perhaps) two lives in the sea of another towns dead
it was that terrible a moment in time that i see it again with dread.

cursed by a village for caring


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has some swearing: Somalia. It just wont wash off or outta me. The bastards made sure of that. Just a footnote: Our Army never has nor never will shoot the innocent or the un-armed, but your armed and you fuck with us, then your going to be in trouble.



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