Sometimes it was all Mike could do to not stand up and punch the stupid bastard, especially when he got started on “modern colonialism,” by which he meant the War on Terrorism. Mike wanted to scream “Have you ever been in Mogadishu you ignorant son-of-a-bitch?” Hell, the conditions in Africa were better when the English and the Germans and even the French and the Belgians had been in charge. He’d read Conrad’s Heart of Darkness a couple of times during down time on the teams. And he’d been in Congo, not that there was any trace of it going in or out. And Congo now was “Heart of Darkness” on fucking steroids. The only thing worse than having the Belgians in charge was having the fucking gomers handling things.

But, of course, the problem with the gomers wasn’t that they were totally fucked up gomers. Oh, no, the problem with the gomers were all the fault of colonialism and “western military adventures.” Well, he’d been on one “western military adventure” in Congo and as far as he was concerned the best thing to do was spray the whole damned place with anthrax, including the fucking gorillas, shoot anyone that tried to leave and start over.

Attitudes like this, of course, didn’t sit very well with his professors. It also didn’t fit very well with the pretty little airheads that were being fed a steady diet of leftist propaganda bullshit. And no matter how he tried, he’d always end up opening up his mouth and pointing out that it was leftist propaganda bullshit. That the problem with the gomers was their fucking culture, which was totally fucked up and had been before colonialization and was going to stay that way until somebody beat some sense into their heads. At which point terms like “militarist” and “baby-killer” and, with the real intellectuals, “myrmidon” would start getting tossed around.