Meanwhile, in broad daylight, two does up to their shoulders in sweet, green grass

Once upon a time I had a photo, clipped from a newspaper, taped to my PC monitor. It was a picture of a young entrepreneur in some conflict region, former Yugoslavia I guess, sitting behind a big stack of open cannisters of black-market gasoline, a lit cigarette dangling rakishly from the corner of his mouth.

I threw it out along with a bunch of other crap when I moved offices, but I’ve been thinking about that picture a lot lately.

Also, complete change of topic, I’ve been wondering when we stopped calling them “mercenaries” and started calling them “contractors”. My mistake, I know, but when I first read that expression, I imaged guys with shovels, bulldozers and cement mixers, rebuilding Iraq, you know? And it turns out they’re mercenaries. Why does the US military need mercenaries all of a sudden? And what are they doing in US-run “prisons”? Rhetorical questions, I guess.

I try instead to think about the decent young soldiers who reported the abuse to their COs.

3 responses to “Meanwhile, in broad daylight, two does up to their shoulders in sweet, green grass

  1. Vex

    Very good point–i thought they were the shovel bulldozer, cement-type contractors, too.

  2. They need contractors so they can say, they didn’t know about it and it wasn’t us…it was them. Let’s call it “Contractual Blame”.

  3. mig

    Sounds that way. I can’t think of any other reason to use them.