Boys of Abu Ghraib Page #2

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Let's get you home.

-Do you promise? -Promise.

Stay here, stay here.

-I did not know. Look at me, man,

look at me. You will not die.

-You will not die. -I do not want to die.

Stay with me, stay with me, man.

Do something, damn it!

What are you doing?

Do your f***ing job, man!

Are you okay? Look at me, man, look at me.

Sh*t!

Porra!

Mas to f*** ...

Days in Iraq:

Day two.

We soon realized that, rather than a threat,

motivational speech from Captain Hayes was just that ...

A speech.

We are not soldiers from the front line of the war.

Days in Iraq:

We are very well trained

and underused.

-My Lord. -Here he comes!

Day after day, do the same thing.

A is indistinguishable from the other.

Stuck in a rut endless.

Days in Iraq:

We do not have phones, email, TV or internet.

We spent our free time drowning the chagrin of days

in steel bars ...

Shower ...

Dinner.

And then we sat outside until dawn.

Sitting by the fire makes it seem like we're home.

"Alright, Gable, I'm glad you're here"

"It's nice to see a pair of breasts, but I do not care"

"We are relaxing in this place"

And no Iraqi will blow this place.

Is Farmer. Is Pitt.

Day 28.

We're still no phone.

We invented games.

What we are scorpions.

In Abu Ghraib, not fight rebels

fought with each other.

We do not fight terrorists.

We fight boredom.

Half-kilometer-Less.

But.

We do not collect information.

We do not save lives.

Do not follow the global laws.

Days in Iraq:

Begin to remember.

New Year.

Days home:

This is my war.

Come in.

Good afternoon, Mr. Farmer presenting Sgt.

Rest. How can I help you?

I wonder if you still want to volunteer for the PM.

PM, why now?

I want to make a difference.

Think you do not?

The car industry has many men, sir.

My talents can best be used.

You talked to your Sergeant? Yes, sir.

How old Farmer?

Twenty-two, sir.

Do you know what is safe wing?

Yes, sir.

I have a vague shift.

It's yours if you want.

Thank you, sir.

When you end your turn in the car industry,

submit to the secure wing at 17:00.

Sacked.

-Mr? -Yup.

And the training? I have no experience of PM.

You'll be fine.

Good afternoon, sir.

Welcome to the safe side.

Sergeant.

-Tanner.

-Farmer.

Why are you whispering?

Better take off his shirt.

A shirt? -Is.

If they know your name, they send anthrax to his family.

-OK. -Come, I'll show you the place.

Thank you.

Well ..

This bucket is for water.

This is for sewage.

Guess who has to empty them.

Also gain sheet.

Do not let them cover themselves in time to crap.

-Why not? -Humiliation.

It is a way for the amaciarmos Intelligence.

Also, isolation.

Detainees can not talk to each other.

With neither do you. Okay?

Do not talk to a detainee under any circumstances.

-Except to give an order. -OK.

-What is it? Position-stress.

Another technique used to calm them,

Without causing much damage. -Sh*t ...

It hurts?

Of course it hurts.

Look at this guy.

The Military Intelligence asked

we let him ready by tomorrow morning.

Standing for 32 hours.

I told him if he falls he will be electrocuted.

I think the morning is ready to talk.

Farmer.

Look, the first time I've seen it all,

also found it very strange.

-Yup. -Get used to it.

Remember why you are here, right?

They are cold-blooded killers.

They are laying bombs

mortars and play the wall. OK?

We find that killed two of us.

None of compassion.

Right. -That's basically it.

Give them space, ronde every 10 minutes

and make sure not to do anything you should not.

Like what?

Talking with each other, shitting on the floor

exercise without permission, masturbating.

It's a delicate balance.

If fumbling with you

have to go up. Take the privileges.

Take the clothes, the table, let a song all night.

Handcuff them to the bars, do not let them sit.

Do this until you listen. Right?

Some are harder than others,

but in the end all yield.

Once they do, they are yours.

Should we do this?

Of course we should.

The command expects you to do your service, soldier.

I understand?

Yes, understood.

So that's fun. Look.

Chewy!

Chewbacca!

It is hard to recall records and names are unpronounceable,

then invent nicknames.

This guy here,

the latest figures from his record are 1010,

then called Twenty.

This is Mr. Clean, for obvious reasons.

And this one ...

The call Jimmy Dean.

This does not yet know.

The call Stay Puft, the Ghostbusters.

Other usam Rosie O'Donnell.

Here we have the Old River.

Very quiet.

Finally, we have this motherf***er.

The call of Bartender.

He frequently serves cocktails.

What is a cocktail?

It is a mixture of feces, urine and other bodily fluids.

-Oh my God. -Is.

The put here to prevent the hit.

There newcomers arriving tomorrow, so be here.

If you need anything, I'll be in another block.

Alright.

We do not have enough PMs, so pay attention ...

You must be aggressive, right?

If you feel weak, have problems.

They stick a nail in her throat without hesitation.

Remember, this is your pack.

-You command. -How so?

I mean, we are the American army.

Should not we lead by example?

Farmer, what the hell are you talking about?

These guys are who capture American journalists

behead them slowly,

film and send to the world, and you're worried

with panties on their face?

Looks like an ordinary Saturday night for me.

I do not know, guys.

I think many here have done nothing.

Bullshit, man.

Learned that one 13 years was arrested for playing football

near the patrol.

No, these guys are out there.

Level two inmates.

Farmer is the secure wing of sh*t.

What's this?

This is where intelligence remains the most valuable prisoners.

You see someone questioning?

No, no specific staff for that.

What training did you receive?

No training, actually.

They just throw you in there

with a lot of crazy, and if they see you?

Enough of this sad talk, makes me want to slit my wrists.

I'm trying to keep me calm,

writing a song for us.

-How so? -What are you talking about?

-A song? -A music.

It's a fire, we'll do the singing.

-Time Music! -Listen, this is music.

It starts like this ...

The guys from Abu Ghraib say that we know

Who always protect us wherever we go

Finally, the baton.

A little more participation, yes?

True, the second verse is ...

Fighting in a war that never saw

But that's okay because I have my boys AG

We boys always know for AG

We have each other NON matter's where we are going

Fighting in a war that never saw

But that's okay because I have my boys AG

Can you repeat that?

Newbies in the area.

Special Delivery.

Sergeant Shaw. -Where do I put?

Here, in the middle.

Come on, guys.

How long is that?

About 18 hours.

Prime Sgt. -Here it is.

Eighteen hours?

Are feeling it.

Okay, take it from here. Thank you.

Behave yourselves, boys.

Sh*t.

Get used to the smell.

Stay right there.

Sensory deprivation?

Can not see or hear.

-They lose track of time. -What is it?

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