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Every kill was on video.
The Apache saw all. The camera in its nose recorded all. So, after every mission, there wouldbe a careful review of that video.
Returning to Bastion, we’d walk into the gun tape room, slide the video into a machine, whichwould project the kill onto wall-mounted plasma1 TVs. Our squadron commander would press hisface against the screens, examining, murmuring—wrinkling his nose. He wasn’t merely lookingfor errors, this chap, he was hungry for them. He wanted to catch us in a mistake.
We called him awful names when he wasn’t around. We came close to calling him thosenames to his face. Look, whose side are you on?
But that was what he wanted. He was trying to provoke us, to get us to say the unspeakable.
Why?
It ate him up inside that he’d never pulled a trigger in battle. He’d never attacked the enemy.
So he attacked us.
Despite his best efforts, he never found anything irregular in any of our kills. I was part of sixmissions that ended in the taking of human life, and they were all deemed justified4 by a man whowanted to crucify us. I deemed them the same.
What made the squadron commander’s attitude so execrable was this: He was exploiting a realand legitimate5 fear. A fear we all shared. Afghanistan was a war of mistakes, a war of enormouscollateral damage—thousands of innocents killed and maimed, and that always haunted us. So mygoal from the day I arrived was never to go to bed doubting that I’d done the right thing, that mytargets had been correct, that I was firing on Taliban and only Taliban, no civilians6 nearby. Iwanted to return to Britain with all my limbs, but more, I wanted to go home with my conscienceintact. Which meant being aware of what I was doing, and why I was doing it, at all times.
Most soldiers can’t tell you precisely7 how much death is on their ledger8. In battle conditions,there’s often a great deal of indiscriminate firing. But in the age of Apaches and laptops,everything I did in the course of two combat tours was recorded, time-stamped. I could always sayprecisely how many enemy combatants I’d killed. And I felt it vital never to shy away from thatnumber. Among the many things I learned in the Army, accountability was near the top of the list.
So, my number: Twenty-five. It wasn’t a number that gave me any satisfaction. But neitherwas it a number that made me feel ashamed. Naturally, I’d have preferred not to have that numberon my military CV, on my mind, but by the same token I’d have preferred to live in a world inwhich there was no Taliban, a world without war. Even for an occasional practitioner9 of magicalthinking like me, however, some realities just can’t be changed.
While in the heat and fog of combat, I didn’t think of those twenty-five as people. You can’tkill people if you think of them as people. You can’t really harm people if you think of them aspeople. They were chess pieces removed from the board, Bads taken away before they could killGoods. I’d been trained to “other-ize” them, trained well. On some level I recognized this learneddetachment as problematic. But I also saw it as an unavoidable part of soldiering.
Another reality that couldn’t be changed.
Not to say that I was some kind of automaton10. I never forgot being in that TV room at Eton,the one with the blue doors, watching the Twin Towers melt as people leaped from the roofs andhigh windows. I never forgot the parents and spouses11 and children I met in New York, clutchingphotos of the moms and dads who’d been crushed or vaporized or burned alive. September 11 wasvile, indelible, and all those responsible, along with their sympathizers and enablers, their alliesand successors, were not just our enemies, but enemies of humanity. Fighting them meantavenging one of the most heinous12 crimes in world history, and preventing it from happening again.
As my tour neared its end, around Christmas 2012, I had questions and qualms13 about the war,but none of these was moral. I still believed in the Mission, and the only shots I thought twiceabout were the ones I hadn’t taken. For instance, the night we were called in to help someGurkhas. They were pinned down by a nest of Taliban fighters, and when we arrived there was abreakdown in communications, so we simply weren’t able to help. It haunts me still: hearing myGurkha brothers calling out on the radio, remembering every Gurkha I’d known and loved, beingprevented from doing anything.
As I fastened my bags and said my goodbyes I was honest with myself: I acknowledged plentyof regrets. But they were the healthy kind. I regretted the things I hadn’t done, the Brits and YanksI hadn’t been able to help.
I regretted the job not being finished.
Most of all, I regretted that it was time to leave.
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