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US troops redeploy to Mosul, Iraq. May they retake and return.

Now that US troops are committed to Iraq again, this song reminds me of how civilians have lost all decision
making power to the MIC.

Though produced after Vietnam, this song is one of a number of 'conscience' pieces that CSNY aren't so famous for, but which represent some of their best music. It also echoes my feeling over the murky, suspect uses of our military to prop up extraction contractors. It reminds me of information disadvantage we usually endure, if reports are true that there will be even more limited media access to what I can only think is an extraction war over in Mosul.

I know our troops know their jobs. That they want to serve. That I'm no military policy expert. But to take, train and retake?



(headphones recommended)

"Shadowland"

Behind a nation's blind salute
Behind "my country `tis of thee"
Behind the pain that won't compute
Erase the memory of Shadowland.

An open wound that never heals
A bone that never seems to set
A mind that thinks but never feels
The face we've never met from Shadowland.

They tell us time and time again
They only want a few good men
They lead us through the lion's den
To Shadowland.

The world would just as soon forget
And watch the wreckage drift ashore
Ten years reduced to one regret
The baggage of war from Shadowland.

Don't ask us how our names were lost
Our nation did a sleight of hand
We never saw the line we crossed
That took us into Shadowland.

They tell us time and time again
They only want a few good men
They lead us through the lion's den
To Shadowland.

The son will reap what fathers sow
But mothers have to hear the sound
Of the last breath of the boy next door
Whose life has ended.

Shadowland, Shadowland, Shadowland.
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