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A long, hard, sad read from Group News Blog, but worth it: Habiiti Dawo Ga’an, Habi’do’atiil (I Didn’t Choose These Ghosts, They Chose Me). Here’s a taste of the start:

One of the strange things about haunting is that one doesn’t get to choose the shit that sticks.

I am nobody’s hero, I’m flawed grievously. There were a few times when I performed well and was noticed. There were many other times when I fell very short of any mark or goal. Probably those times of shortfall were the bulk of experience.

The main reason I am so worked up over the failure to take a firm, and legal stand against torture is that I know very well the price to be exacted from doing nothing.

While I was in Vietnam, and later Africa, I saw instances of atrocity, murder, torture, and rape. I either did nothing at all, or when I was told it wasn’t my business, I shut up, rucked up, and moved on.

I’m told that the author of this piece is a member of the Apache Nation, did three tours in Vietnam with Seal Team Two and was awarded the Silver Star and three Purple Hearts.