We lost Jimmy. . .
On Friday night, Saturday morning, I got the most heartbreaking phone call I have ever gotten. It was from my twin brother Jim in Houston. He was sobbing and could barely speak. He managed to get out a few words. “We lost Jimmy. . . “
I read earlier in the day about how three American servicemen in Jordan had been killed as they approached the gate at a Jordanian Air Force base. First reports claimed they had failed to stop at the gate and had been shot by security forces. I knew that was bullshit. Jordan isn’t a combat zone but the US has two thousand soldiers over there arming and training the terrorists so we can send them to Syria to depose Assad on behalf of Israel if Hillary Clinton is to be believed.
While Jordan isn’t technically a combat zone, it’s pretty close. Everyone in the military there is armed and ready to use their weapons if attacked. No one in their right mind would try to run their vehicle through the gate of a military base unless they wanted to commit suicide.
The attack on the Americans could have been an assassination but no way in hell would any American servicemen try to run a gate into a military base. It wouldn’t happen in Podunk, Kansas with a campfire guarded by Girl Scouts much less in Jordan.
I’ve got a nephew who is Special Forces due back from Jordan in a week or so. He’s the apple of Jim’s eye, Jim being my twin brother. While we all claim that we love our children equally, like animals on a farm in a book some kids are more equal than other. My brother Jim had the art of producing female children down pat but it was his last offspring who came equipped to write his name in the snow. That was Jimmy. We called him Little Jimmy although that was absurd to say. The kid was a hunk, standing inches over six foot and his dad is a shrimp like me.
I knew Little Jimmy was in Jordan. I also knew three Americans had been ambushed and killed in Jordan on Friday. I did some poking around the web and found there are somewhere between one thousand and two thousand American soldiers in Jordan mostly training and equipping terrorists for duty in Syria. I divided three into one thousand and figured the odds of Jimmy being killed were one in three hundred and thirty-three.
Jim, my brother, and I had flown a small plane up to Fort Bragg a couple of years ago when Little Jimmy graduated from his Special Forces training. Jim and I were both Marines during the Vietnam War. They tend to pick Special Forces guys partially based on their size. The tiny ones of the 200 graduates were over 6 foot and two hundred pounds. Personally I wouldn’t mess with them.
When you have family in or near a war zone you worry. It’s natural because you never know what might happen. It’s not as bad as having them actually in combat but still you worry.
Little Jimmy died on Friday in the attack in Jordan. That was what my brother could barely get out in the short phone call. The military casualty officers had made their trip to Little Jimmy’s mother’s home and given her the news. Jim found out shortly thereafter when repeated attempts to contact Little Jimmy on social media had raised the potential danger level. Little Jimmy was one of the three killed in Jordan.
I wrote a book a year ago about my experiences in war and reflections about what the US is doing now. Basically the country is at end of empire and gone quite insane. We have a president who was given a Nobel Peace Prize because he managed to go for seventeen days without starting a new war. By the time he leaves the White House America would have been at war every day of his term in office. That’s a new record.
The US has been in constant war in Iraq since August of 1990, just over twenty-six years. In Afghanistan we have fought since 2001. Are there any Americans so obtuse that they believe we somehow are winning? We fought a war in Libya and managed to destroy the country. We attacked Sudan and Syria and Somalia and have waged a below the horizon war against Iran for years on behalf of Israel according to Hillary Clinton. We are in combat in Pakistan on and off.
As Secretary of State Hillary Clinton managed to double the amount of arms sales abroad during her term including a $50 billion sale to Saudi Arabia at the same time they were starting and arming Isis and convinced them to donate millions of dollars to the Clinton Crime Family Foundation. How far over the edge has a country gone when the Secretary of State literally commits treason and the President covers up for her?
In my book I maintained that there is nothing heroic about dying in combat. That’s contrary to what most people believe but Americans have been conditioned to believe that getting killed fighting stupid and meaningless wars is somehow heroic. That’s silly. If your grandfather dies at 95, was he somehow a hero? Dying is dying, it’s not heroic. It’s going to happen to us all.
Jimmy’s death was horrific but it wasn’t heroic. Governments who want to have their best and brightest young people dying in wars want to make everything about the soldiers. That’s absurd. In every war in the last 200 years, more civilians died than combatants. Were those civilian deaths heroic or just meaningless? Of the 250,000 mostly civilian deaths in Syria since the US launched a war of aggression on the country in 2011, were any of them heroic? Of the ten million refugees caused by the illegal war, how many are heroes?
Jimmy didn’t even die in combat really. His team was ambushed; it was far more of an assassination than combat. But deaths such as his are merciful and a lot less painful than dying of cancer. Coming home in a cheap aluminum box may be better than coming home with no arms and legs.
As I maintained when I was writing the book a year ago, those who suffer the most as a result of servicemen dying are those left behind. It’s the sisters and mothers and fathers, even uncles who live with a giant void in their hearts over a senseless death of someone who had so much going for them.
Little Jimmy was greatly loved. He had a future as bright as a Texas day in July. But he had a short life cut by a sharp knife. He will live in the hearts of those who loved him forever. We will wonder what he might have been. He will never fall in love and get married. He will never have children; will never grow old. He will be forever young; sorely missed. His mother and father will spend moments every day the rest of their lives thinking about what he would have been doing if he hadn’t died in such a senseless manner.
While Hillary Clinton was the first actual American politician to actually be caught admitting that support for Israel is behind every war the US has fought in the last 15 years, the writing was literally on the wall twenty years ago.
The same treasonous Neocons who lied the US into yet another useless attack on Iraq in 2003 put their nefarious plans in writing in a position paper to Benjamin Netanyahu in 1996, twenty years ago when they suggested,
Hillary Clinton is so totally clueless that she said, “The best way to help Israel deal with Iran's growing nuclear capability is to help the people of Syria overthrow the regime of Bashar Assad.” If she had bothered talking to any of the seventeen US intelligence agencies she would have known Iran didn’t have a nuclear weapons program. But Israel wants Iran destroyed and far better to that the US contribute the blood of their young men and women than for Israel to fight their own wars.
Hillary Clinton isn’t just stupid and corrupt. She is evil. In any fair election she couldn’t be elected as chief scarecrow for an Arkansas cornfield but there is a great chance she will be both the next and the last American President. She intends to steal the election.
In a war never debated by the American people, never voted on by Congress, never declared, the Pentagon, CIA and President of the US have destroyed Syria but more importantly, have been responsible for the death of someone near and dear to us who we shall forever morn.
Get used to it, if the US doesn’t turn on a dime at once, death and destruction is coming to all of us. If you have a nephew or nieces, give them a hug. It may be your last chance. Death our way comes.