I Did No More Than You Let Me Do

Fred Reed, an experienced soldier wounded as a young marine in combat in a fruitless and totally unnecessary war, is better qualified than most to speak to the historical role soldiers play in spreading debauchery,destruction and death at the behest of a few sociopathic politicians without hesitation or question of morality or purpose behind their or their leaders’ actions.

Today, are we as a society any less bloodthirsty or anymore civilized than when the Golden Horde swept across Eastern Europe in the 13th century?

Dulce et Decorum

by Fred Reed

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I am a soldier. I am dirt. With Joshua I put the cities of Canaan to the sword while women screamed and tried to protect their babies. I spent long days in Nanjing butchering and butchering civilians because I enjoyed it. For I am a soldier. I am dirt. I firebombed Hamburg till the wind-fanned flames left nowhere to hide and the people burned screaming and their fat puddled in the streets. I am a soldier. I am dirt.

On the crumbling walls of Angkor Wat, the Cold Lairs, trees now crawling over the walls, you may see me carved, marching, marching to kill forgotten peoples, it matters not whom. In the sweltering heat of Chichen Itza and the terrible winter of Stalingrad and the flaming paper cities of Japan and on the Death March of Corregidor I killed and killed, for I am a soldier. I am dirt. I kill.

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