In a previous life, I had the opportunity to spend a year in El Paso. Stationed at Biggs Field while studying the Vietnamese language, we were preparing to assist in a war far away from mainland USA. If we fight them there, we won’t have to fight them here. That was the claim of a corrupt president who was brought down not by the war, but by his lies. We were US Army soldiers and we followed the orders of the man in the White House because that was our duty. We followed them up to the time there was a genuine fear that illegal orders were about to be issued. At that point, a directive was issued. For those who want to know more about that directive, read the memoir written by Robert McNamara.
Currently, war preparations return to El Paso. Government officials have been directed to liberally interpret laws that do not please a Commander in Chief who never commanded. Unable to learn from history because history does not exist in his Twitter archive, said commander has proudly asserted he rules from his gut feelings. Given his choice of diet, his supporters are limited in their ability to ask any question other than, “Want fries with that?”
I remember fondly my year in El Paso. It was possible daily to cross the border on foot or by car into Juarez. As a low paid Private, I drove my pickup truck into Juarez to buy cheaper priced gas. I bought fruit and vegetables familiar to me from Vietnam* but not familiar to many Americans. I had to eat my purchases (not the gas) while in Mexico because some of my favorite fruits and vegetables familiar to me from Vietnam could not be imported into the US. Although a soldier, I was also a US citizen free to cross the border and return.
Something the One-I-Will-Not-Name should remember (not that he cares) is that when you close a border you do not just defend an imagined invasion from the South, you imprison Americans north of the border. They will no longer have the right of free movement. Then there is the danger to those who work to follow the orders of the Liar in Chief. Which is the subject of my Twitter Tale this week.
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Finally, have fun!
P.S. from Ron
A minor note on something I have not seen discussed in media. If a country were to mass an army or deploy weapons close to the US border (1962), the US would respond aggressively in a proactive manner. It seems that the US is massing forces more paramilitary than military near the Mexican border. I haven’t heard of any Mexican reaction. But I do not have access to the same gut as the White House. There is an unpleasant image for you.
P. P. S. from Ron
* I was in Vietnam during the war for about three years before being sent to El Paso to learn Vietnamese. Logic? Don’t ask. On the positive side, I did little homework. And yes, I did return to Vietnam.
Twittering Tales #131 – 9 April 2019
The flights were grounded. Sadie scrolled through texts until one caught her eye.
“She’s gone Sadie. I’m so sorry.”
Sadie looked up, tears welling up in her eyes when she saw a familiar face staring back at her in the rain dappled window.
“Bye mom. We sure are gonna miss you.”
Her tears matched the sky’s. She had sent her firstborn. A daughter’s sacrifice for the defense of a thankless nation. Most of her had returned first class. The box occupied little space. Stupid policies ordered her to resist the Invaders from the South. RIP, ICE Agent, El Paso.