| 2.14 THE WAR AT HOME |
| CJ: How ya doin’, Ainsley? AINSLEY: My mouth is dry, my hands are moist, and I have to pee. CJ: Okay. LEO: How ya doin’, Ainsley? AINSLEY: I’m concerned about peeing on your carpet. LEO: Okay, now I’m concerned about that too. POTUS: I’m not allowed to smoke inside but you can pee in Leo’s closet. POTUS: How the hell did that happen? LEO: It was bad intelligence. POTUS: You THINK!? LEO: Frente left behind a soldier and a radio at the outpost and they were deliberately sending misinformation. POTUS: We never anticipated that someone might try that? LEO: Sir – POTUS: We weren’t prepared that someone might try and outfox us with a strategem so sophisticated it’s an entire generation beyond “Hey, look, your shoelace’s untied!” Is that how I just lost NINE GUYS to a damn STREET GANG with a hand radio?! They LURED us there! So that they could KILL nine American soldiers! LEO: I’ve already fought a jungle war. I’m not doing it again. If I could put myself anywhere in history, it’d be the cabinet room on August 4, 1964, when our ships were attacked by North Vietnam in the Tonkin Gulf. I’d say “Mr. President, don’t do it. You’re considering authorizing a massive commitment of troops and throwing in our lot with torturers and panderers, leaders without principle and soldiers without conviction with no clear mission and no end in sight.” This war’s at home. Its casualties are in our prisons and not our hospitals, the amount of money we spent on Columbia is the exact same amount the people spent buying drugs from Columbia, we’re funding both sides of this war and we’ll never win it that way. |