Our boys will be home by Christmas, I see on page 3 of the smh, after eight years of my urging and many, many deaths — of children, goats and women, and twenty or so of our Diggers — from a war we should never have joined, in a country unconquered for two thousand years, or never held for long, as mountainous countries tend to be, and it is time now, I guess, to speak of a war lost, and we who died in vain, in a war without point or sense, a missionary war, like so many others, that will be I think our last.
It means Labor will win now, and Gillard be, most like, Prime Minister for ten years or so, now this is done, and Bob Carr Foreign Minister for eight or ten years, now this is done, an excellent thing, in my view, for I know him fairly well. In that time he should enquire into how we got into this war, and what good we did, if any, and how many little girls were shot in the head for embracing the ideas we brought to it, and if this was a good thing; or whether it would have been better to merely invite every Afghan woman, and every Hazara, to come to Australia if they chose to, and have a better life. A million would have come, and made themselves welcome, and replenished our country towns, and it would have cost us less than what we have spent thus far on killing them and their neighbours, and blowing up their farmhouses, and have saved a hundred thousand lives including the eighty-eight of us killed in Bali, and the Diggers we now mourn.
We had no right to be there, obliterating towns and farms in which Osama was not hiding, and asking a government who did not control him to ‘give him up’; as if they had the armed constables who would obediently go and find him, and after a firefight bring him to ‘justice’ in Guantanamo. It was a fantasy from the start, that has cost a trillion dollars and a million lives. More to come.