06 August 2013
By Jon Rappoport
South Carolina Congressman Trey Gowdy (R) on the Benghazi cover-up: “[The administration is] changing names, creating aliases [of CIA agents]…Not letting us talk with people, dispersing them around the country and changing their names.”
Well, it wasn’t exactly the war we wanted, but it was a war, and Johnny was there. He was fighting for our side.
We’re not quite sure what he did, because it’s a secret. The place was Benghazi. It doesn’t roll off the tongue like Tripoli, but it’s nearby, isn’t it?
Was Johnny fighting for the CIA or the Pentagon? Undetermined. It was a war, and he was fighting for our side. Did he come to the aid of Americans in trouble, or was he facilitating the shipment of missiles to mercenaries and terrorists, who in turn would use them to overthrow the government of Syria?
It’s complicated. It’s better not to ask. It ruins the feeling. Johnny is our boy and he fought. He’s brave. He’s loyal to our side, the right side.
If he was held out of the last battle, it was by orders from above. If he didn’t come in to save his companions who were under fire, it wasn’t his fault. He would have given his life for them. That’s all that matters.
It wasn’t exactly the war we wanted, but it was a war. We won. The details aren’t important. We always win, in the long run.
And Johnny came home. He served his country and he came home.
Well, not exactly. He came back to a place he’d never lived in before. Not Washington or his home town, because that’s too risky, because he saw and knew things that happened in Benghazi. He knew secrets.
So they had to send him somewhere else. They had to change his name. Johnny isn’t allowed to tell what he knows. It would take down people in the government.
Johnny became a different person, and he’s living somewhere else, and we may never see him again.
But we know he’s on our side.
There are wicked rumors circulating. Rumors about an internal war between the Pentagon and the CIA, about how that long-term conflict surfaced in Benghazi. The details are muddy, but it’s said the people who were working for the CIA and the State Department weren’t at one with soldiers who work for the Pentagon. It’s confusing. It’s better not to ask.
The NSA, the agency that’s spying on everybody? They’re a branch of the Pentagon. And Edward Snowden, who exposed the NSA, used to work for the CIA. Could this episode also be part of the internal war between the CIA and the Pentagon? Don’t ask.
Concentrate on the fact that Johnny came marching home, even if he didn’t, even if he ended up far away from home with another name. With a new identity.
They had to send him away. Otherwise, people would have started asking him questions about what happened in Benghazi. Questions leading to answers, answers important officials don’t want to hear.
Somehow, it all works out. It always does. Because the people on our side who decide what wars to fight and how to fight them have America’s best interests at heart. They know the difference between right and wrong.
And to oppose a war we’re fighting is unpatriotic. That’s been made clear to us. It doesn’t matter why our boys are deployed or where, it’s always a just cause. And even if it isn’t we have to say it is; otherwise, the country would fracture.
This president, who is supposed to represent an incredible change, who is supposed to stand for so much that is important, must not be defamed. If he has done something horribly wrong in the Benghazi campaign, it doesn’t matter. He must be protected, at all costs.
We have to learn to look HERE and not THERE. It’s part of being American now, at this time in our history. It’s part of our loyalty.
So Johnny did come marching home. He did. Even if he didn’t. The specifics are unimportant. He’s a hero, no matter what he did. He always will be.
Our ideals and myths are far more important than our deeds.
Which ideals? Leave those distinctions to those who guide the ship of state.
All we’re required to do is sing; Johnny came marching home. He’s here, in our hearts, in our dreams.
He’s the boy who grew up knowing he loved this country and then enlisted to serve it. He’s still that boy. He’s still walking down a country road on a summer afternoon, with joy in his soul.
If it seems a betrayal of that joy occurred, a terrible betrayal, we have to look away. We have to think about something else.
If it seems this country has turned into its own enemy, we have to recognize this is a temporary delusion. We will recover.
Johnny came home. Welcome, son. You did us proud, and we love you.
The night may be long, but the dawn will come, and everything we wish for in our best thoughts will come to pass. Those who lead us will bring it about.
Be patient, and sing.
We’re all in this together.
If bile rises in your throat, swallow it. Bitter medicine will bring about a cure.
Summer afternoons will come again for everyone.
“And let each one perform some part, to fill with joy the warrior’s heart…when Johnny comes marching home.”
Drown out the dissent, and deny the attacks of the jackals within our gates.