The land God made in anger

The title above gives reference to a book I read many years ago. I'm referring to a place where our country has been involved in the so-called 'Never Ending War' that lasted for 20 years. We sent our young, brave soldiers to die there. Over 26,000 soldiers were sent to Afghanistan, with 43 too many casualties.

Those 43s are someone's family member, loved ones, and mates—each with their own intricate lives and stories, connecting in a web of influence. A child to grow up without a father, parents who outlived their children.

Then comes the military inquiry that shocked the nation, delicate surgery performed with a blunt axe. Everyone was incinerated, blamed and painted. The whole army was dishonoured, disowned and abandoned by the government who sent them and sacrificed them. It reminds me of Shrek, where the vertically challenged king said, "Some of you may die, but it is a sacrifice I'm willing to make".

Anger, resentment, loss and frustration. We don't deserve the soldier's sacrifice; will they defend us when our freedom is challenged. Or will they abandon us as we forsake them?