Summer Cadet Camp

Well listen to this, back at home where I live there’s this man who was in the second world war called Viv, and one day he got sent to Italy where he captured a crossroads that was outside a town called Monday Casino; he had to leave all the dead just get help to the wounded, do the drills we learnt about today I suppose. Then he saw Lieutenant Lindsey the platoon commander laughing and hugging a German prisoner and what it was,

was before the war Lieutenant Lindsey was the general manager of a Woolworth’s store in London; and outside that shop there’s a fruit barrow run by a German, who one day decides to go to Dusseldorf to care for his mum, because she was old.  Then, when the war started, he got sent to Italy where he got captured by Viv and Lieutenant Lindsey at the crossroads.  Yes, I know it is amazing; yes, I asked Viv what happened next and he said, “Well…

Lieutenant Lindsey got wounded a few days later”.  Now in those days you never heard what happened: casualties got evaccinated to a clearing station like we’ve been taught; if they got better they joined another regiment, and if they didn’t well then they didn’t but the thing is either way there wasn’t an easy way to keep in touch – think about it there wasn’t Facebook.  But what gets me is that Viv tells the story like it’s a little bit amazing but not important.

It must be hard to care about coincidences if you’ve been a place where even the dead are like tweets on twitter that nobody notices. Viv said the German became pee-oh-double-you, but after that he could have gone home to Dusseldorf and then when his mum died, gone back to London, bought another fruit-barrow; and Lieutenant Lindsey, he could have gone there too – walked into Woolworths and asked for his job back. Viv would have met them if he went out shopping.

But Viv had to see and do so much killing that he thinks every story has come to an ending.  He doesn’t go out and he doesn’t move on: just sitting in a chair with no hugs from anyone, like he’s waiting for his final orders to come.  But you don’t always have to wait for an officer to get to the next crossroads; sometimes you can take a decision for yourself: like going back to London, or Dusseldorf, or just somewhere else.

2010

Why and What’s the Reason Given?

Who tortured in a Baghdad prison,
why and what’s the reason given?

“Was that wrong?” said Private Lynndie England,
on legal advice for a plea bargain,
in her Kentucky trailer-park drawl –
so she wasn’t really like us at all.

Who tortured in a Baghdad prison,
why and what’s the reason given?

“Not us”, said the senior service personnel,
“We couldn’t be looking round every cell,
we weren’t in charge of things anyway –
you’d best go and talk to the CIA”

Who tortured in a Baghdad prison,
why and what’s the reason given?

“Not us”, said the guys in the CIA,
boarding a flight to Guantanamo Bay,
“The politicians said we were right
to leave on the taps and whisper goodnight”.

Who tortured in a Baghdad prison,
why and what’s the reason given?

“Not I”, said Secretary Donald Rumsfeld,
“And I won’t stand for any darn insult
from a bunch of silly left-wing cynics
who think Iraq’s some Bear Mountain picnic”.

“Nor I”, said Vice President Dick Cheney,
explaining procedures of custody,
“It wasn’t a breach of any Convention,
just enhanced techniques of interrogation”.

“Nor I”, said the President George W Bush,
sipping the sundown on his ranch in Texas,
“I commanded a just and necessary war –
it’s what you people all voted for”

Who tortured in a Baghdad prison,
why and what’s the reason given?

“Not us”, said all the people in the street,
filling up all their cars with gasoline,
pulling the pump nozzles out with a frown,
saying, “Private England’s let us all down”.

“Well I guess I did”, said Lynndie England,
sitting in prison another evening,
looking at walls that will never hide her,
thinking about life with mom in the trailer.

Who tortured in a Baghdad prison,
why and what’s the reason given?

2007.