Friday 26 March 2010

Front-line inquiry.

Every time someone dies in war, there's an enquiry. Why?
If I go to Tesco, come back with shopping, I shouldn't have to explain myself.
If someone goes to war, comes back dead, Good. That's what wars for. That's how you know it's working.
I don't think it's funny that people are dying in war. It's incredibly tragic. I just think it's interesting that we live in a country where an inquiry is not a luxury, it's a right.
Cos I can't imagine it's like that on the other side. I don't think they have the same deal in Afghanistan.
Atash: Have you seen my I-Pod?
Babur: Dave's got it.
A: Well, where's Dave?
B: He's dead.
A: What?
B:He's dead
A: What happened?
B: He went to war.
A: And?
B: And now he's dead.
A: How?
B: Well, you know how in war, they've got guns and stuff?
A: Uh-huh.
B: Well, that's what killed him.
A: Well...well, it's not fair. I-I-I don't understand. We need to get to the bottom of this.
B: Uh, we're Afghani peasants. We ARE at the bottom of this.
A: But can't we get some sort of investigation. Find out what happenned?
B: Who's gonna pay for that? The government?
A & B: Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!
A: Ooh, but seriously. Greg's a lawyer. Can't he do it for us.
B: Greg's dead
A: Dead?
B: Yeah
A: War?
B: Yep.
A: Bugger. (sigh) This is fucked. Why can't we live in a country where they let us investigate these things? Where no life is any less valuable than the other?
B: Because they won't let us in.
A: Well what about England?
B: They're the ones that killed Dave and Greg.
A: Oh, right. Ah well, I guess my I-pod's gone then.
B: What did you want it for anyway?
A: Oh, I'm just on my way to the front line, I wanted something to drown out the screams until I get killed.
B: Want my Walkman?
A: No thanks, I'd rather die in style.
Well, therein ends todays preaching, I hope you've enjoyed yourself.

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