War: Afghanistan Withdrawal

Our mission in Afghanistan should have solely been to pursue Bin Laden and Al-Qaeda leaders and focus on ways to prevent future attacks. Instead, it morphed into a perceived anti-muslim occupation and a nation-building effort. We attempted a hearts-and-minds campaign that never could put any roots in a country that we never understood. The souls of Afghanistan are just too hardened as history attests. President Biden realized this and has acted appropriately, not easily. Waging the war was ugly and costly, ending it would be likewise. Nevertheless, we cannot keep making the same mistakes over and over again. Twenty years was too long. We have great difficulty improving the rights and livelihoods of our own citizens, let alone those of a distant nation. Now that we have left, it behooves future leaders to make earnest efforts to consult with and enlist our allies, nations in the region, and the UN. We need to create a framework to monitor and improve Afghanistan through aid and diplomacy effort to mitigate future threats, pressure Afghan leaders, and preserve social progress made during the intervention. In addition, we need to assess more accurately future threats and attacks before we act rashly to avoid long, blood-and-treasure-draining ventures.

War Is Not the Answer

I came to Paris to flee the war gods,
and their cynical words and cruelty,
each day viewing a decade of destruction
in the news from distant rice fields.

Tonkin Gulf, Tet Offensive, My Lai,
napalm and carpet bombing,
a naked child’s run down a road,
there were no good reasons for their lies.

As Nixon crows Hearts and Minds
and sprays Cambodia with Agent Orange,
some ask why so many have to die
while the war crawls on and goes nowhere.

Today began cold, wet, and gloomy
as I stand in front of the Hotel Majestic
encircled by Hanoi and Vietcong flags
and hard-nosed, head-bashing security.

First Madame Binh approaches
dressed up in a traditional Ao Dai,
then comes South Vietnam’s Lam
followed closely by the North’s Trinh.

Last in the solemn procession
is Secretary of State Rogers
hissed and jeered at by protestors
as his car warily nears.

There comes the signal of completion
followed by a rousing round of cheers
signaling that the fighting is over,
a futile conflict with nothing but loss.

But observing such a ruckus,
I feel alone at the curbside
only now fully realizing
the extent of my country’s defeat.

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

The Ugly American

Portrayed through actions dark forces conceal,
A striking tale unfolds, its truth so real.
Probing humanity with candor unbound,
It was for young Me a viewing profound.
The pic’s canvas portrays a foreign land,
Where culture clashes are quick to command,
With people estranged, in turbulent seas,
It reveals a saga that aims for peace.
Amidst bustling streets of a foul regime,
A diplomat arrives in this strange scheme,
Presence peculiar to native view,
Holding our country’s biases as true.
Though the title bestowed shouts out deceit,
Beneath its veil, hints of empathy beat.
In “The Ugly American” we see
A puerile desire to change destiny.
Conflict he addresses with reckless care,
Neglecting effects and burdens they bear.
Acting with impatience and disdain,
He naively puts all on the same plain.
Only the truths he learns at the flick’s end
Brutally make him at last awaken:
His work there only serves to complicate,
Any chance for redemption may be too late.
In this intense tale, a mirror we find
Questions about our country’s state of mind.
I was aware of the cold war contest
But saw no side caring for the poorest.
If leaders had watched it and understood,
This work could have does us all good.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved. (1963)