Thursday, June 15, 2006

Hadji Girl

Don't know if you're up on the hoopla over a video of a Marine entertaining fellow troops with his guitar at Al Asad -- but it's (surprise surprise) been misrepresented (on purpose by CAIR) and at best misreported by much of the MSM and the left blogsphere who basically repeat and embellish CAIR's claims. CAIR paints it as a song about a marine gratuitously killing civilians... of course, anyone who goes and listens to the whole thing or reads the lyrics would immediately see that this is not the case at all.

It's a song about a marine who gets lured into an ambush by a pretty (pretty-eyed, I assume) Muslim girl, who takes him to a house where her father and brother (and little sister?) are waiting. They pull out their guns, and he pulls either her or her little sister in front of him. They open fire, he ducks behind the TV and "locks & loads" and quite justifiably wipes out these "civilians".

The only thing that should make anyone cringe at all would be when he "grabbed her little sister and pulled her in front of me" -- Of course, these people have no problem killing their own (especially women) or shielding themselves behind civilians -- I suppose the Marine could be fantasizing about having that trick available to him in his rules of engagement book. It's also quite possible that the idea was he "grabbed their little sister" -- meaning the girl who lured him into the ambush - it would make more sense since a) she would be right there, and b) no "little sister" was mentioned up to this point. I sing songs, too. Sometimes you screw up the lyrics when performing. Change "her" to "the" or "their" and any reservations I have at all vanish. And sometimes poetic license makes you change the lyrics to better fit the melody at the expense of the story.

This is a bunch of guys going out to face death every day and they have to decide in a split second if the person in front of them is an enemy or someone they're supposed to be protecting. This is them blowing off steam and trying to deal with it. Walk a mile in these men's shoes and then try criticizing them. I have no problems with this song in context.

I may just have to learn it. ;-)

Hadji Girl

I was out in the sands of Iraq
And we were under attack
And I, well, I didn't know where to go.
And the first think I could see was
Everybody's favorite Burger King
So I threw open the door and I hit the floor.
Then suddenly to my surprise
I looked up and I saw her eyes
And I knew it was love at first sight.
And she said

Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl I can't understand what you're saying.
And she said
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl I love you anyway.

Then she said that she wanted me to see.
She wanted me to go meet her family
But I, well, I couldn't figure out how to say no.
Cause I don't speak Arabic.
So, she took me down an old dirt trail.
And she pulled up to a side shanty
And she threw open the door and I hit the floor.
Cause her brother and her father shouted
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
They pulled out their AK's so I could see
And they said
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah

So I grabbed her little sister and pulled her in front of me.

As the bullets began to fly
The blood sprayed from between her eyes
And then I laughed maniacally
Then I hid behind the TV
And I locked and loaded my M-16
And I blew those little f***ers to eternity.
And I said

Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
They should have known they were f***ing with a Marine

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