On Afghanistan
Incisive BBC article comparing U.S., Russian and
other invasions of Afghanistan.
https://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-26483320
Some excerpts:
“It is now the 25th anniversary of the Soviet
withdrawal from Afghanistan, and it is perhaps a good moment to compare the
Soviet and American interventions.
Both the Russians and the Americans thought they
could walk in, set up a friendly government and be out within a year. Both
nations got bogged down in a long and costly war of attrition that in the end
both chose to walk away from.
The Soviet war was more bloody - it left 1.5
million dead compared to an estimated 100,000 casualties this time around, but
this current war has been far more expensive. The Soviets spent only $2bn
(£1.2bn) a year in Afghanistan while the US has already spent more than $700bn (£418bn).
There is another precedent to this war, - the
First Anglo-Afghan War which took place from 1839-1842, and which resulted in arguably
the greatest military humiliation ever suffered by the West in the East. The
entire army of what was then the most powerful nation in the world was utterly
destroyed by poorly-equipped tribesmen.
On the retreat from Kabul, of the 18,500 who left
the British cantonment on 6 January 1842, only one British citizen, the
assistant surgeon Dr Brydon, made it through to Jalalabad six days later.”
The British invaded Afghanistan in 1838-42, 1878-80,
and 1919, all to virtually no avail.
Also,
“It is
clearly not true, as is sometimes said, that its impossible to conquer
Afghanistan -many Empires have done so, from the ancient Persians, through
Alexander the Great to the Mongols, the Mughals and the Qajars.
But the economics means that it is impossible to
get Afghanistan to pay for its own occupation - it is, as the then Emir said as
he surrendered to the British in 1839, "a land of only stones and
men".
Any occupying army here will hemorrhage money and
blood to little gain, and in the end most throw in the towel, as the British
did in 1842, as the Russians did in 1988 and as the U.S. and NATO will do later
this year.”
Rudyard Kipling’s poem, written about the 1878-80
Anglo/Afghani war.
The Young British Soldier, Rudyard Kipling
WHEN the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East
'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast,
An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased
Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!
Now all you recruities what's drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box an' 'ark to my lay,
An' I'll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
A soldier what's fit for a soldier.
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . .
First mind you steer clear o' the grog-sellers'
huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bay'nets that rots out
your guts -
Ay, drink that 'ud eat the live steel from your
butts -
An' it's bad for the young British soldier.
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . .
When the cholera comes - as it will past a doubt -
Keep out of the wet and don't go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
An' it crumples the young British soldier.
Crum-,
crum-, crumples the soldier . . .
But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:
You must wear your 'elmet for all that is said:
If 'e finds you uncovered 'e'll knock you down
dead,
An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier . . .
If you're cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don't grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
That it's beer for the young British soldier.
Beer, beer,
beer for the soldier . . .
Now, if you must marry, take care she is old -
A troop-sergeant's widow's the nicest I'm told,
For beauty won't help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain't enough for a soldier.
'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a soldier . . .
If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be
loath
To shoot when you catch 'em - you'll swing, on my
oath! -
Make 'im take 'er and keep 'er: that's Hell for
them both,
An' you're shut o' the curse of a soldier.
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . .
When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is
struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier . . .
When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are - you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .
When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .
If your officer's dead and the sergeants look
white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's
plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!
Ray Gruszecki
August 16, 2021
