Oily-War: New World (Part 2)

Second-part of this Afghan-War (2001) trilogy-fiction follows ethnic-minority American soldier recalling field contact with a guide/informant in a surfaced Earth of nets-kinesthesia.

War tale/fiction/dramatization trilogy. Thanks for reading (Happy Summer!), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"Still thinking of myself...I returned to the American Homeland post-darkness in the post-9/11 Afghan War for control of petrol-languages and Israel-dominion cleats for Western/American interests and offering battlefield reaction of the outright invasion of the center of US-city traffic/commerce/fashion (NY), eerier than Pearl Harbor, surely! I still thought of my varied memories in that place of guns and tanks and black-smoke and modern politics continuity of an old problem channeled through some weird Afghan-Soviet relations and landed into the 21st-Century of 'incomplete-arts' of Middle East politics and Israel-consciousness keratin. I was trying to stamp together the right-stuff memories of that time I was a soldier of American badge, and I found pride/honor as an ethnic-minority patriot serving in the Western army for response to 9/11, even if for comment (self-poised!)."

"No war is idealism, and this was concentration for reorientation of a loss of idealism because of an eerie invasion of NYC by Taliban-marshaled terrorist-force seeking horrid-TV imagery for bad-news stamps into the brain of the Western world, as culminated response to American influence in Israel and petrol-politics Big Brother cleats (for leviathan/uncertainty). The Earth was becoming a net for convenience-capitalism and gas-station humanism; and 9/11 was loss of the (first) World Trade Center (NYC!). This made me feel like a soldier of exacting efficiency and simplified calmness for vision of long-term containment of weird dusty anti-capitalism 'sentiment' hyperbole for TV exchanges."

"We marched through an Afghan field at one-point and were led by a field-guide who was serving as our private/recruit for informant-arms and gave us simple daylight hopes that we'd been cutting through a land of petrol/Israel 'fury' for seizure of Taliban claims and some sanity for Big Brother power-adjectives (for leviathan/uncertainty!). I had to wonder if our informant-guide, an Afghan-man, was somehow looking to feel like a simple ally of the West and simply escape the anti-Israel fury now part of the surfaced Earth nets-consciousness of convenience consumerism (faceless)."

AFGHAN GUIDE: You return to your American state and eat fried chicken!

ME: Thanx, informant-man (ha)...'tis true (ok).

AFGHAN GUIDE: We know of Taliban-angst and American control worry, ok.

ME: There's been some 'history' of Afghan and Soviet and American relations, no?

AFGHAN GUIDE: Bubbling stew, American soldier friend...it's a storm of centuries.

ME: Petrol's now like credit-card business, and British Petroleum is global too.

AFGHAN GUIDE: No angels of you with fried chicken loss, eh, friendly American?

ME: That's the truth, informant-man...it's a mad knight shopping world for Hell.

AFGHAN GUIDE: Cool.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)