U.S. soldiers, with whom I now have more than a passing acquaintance, joke that they track my movements in order to know where they will be deployed next.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers.
I appeal to you as a soldier to spare me the humiliation of seeing my regiment march to meet the enemy and I not share its dangers.
During 65 years, I have walked the path of duty and discipline... And today, looking back at that long path of service, my soldier's heart stirs and murmurs from deep within: Thank you. Thank you, my homeland.
In Iraq during the days of Saddam, I had a government minder who followed me everywhere, reported on my activities.
I directed the men in our barque to approach near the savages, and hold their arms in readiness to do their duty in case they notice any movement of these people against us.
I know what soldiers or their families go through.
I'd like people to listen to our soldiers. They were there. They heard the alarms go off. They tasted the substance in the air. They spit up blood. They had rashes on their bodies. They got sick.
I am in the infantry for 17 weeks and after that I don't know where I am going.
What a jolly thing military surveillance is!
Although the troops have struck us, we throw it all behind and are glad to meet you in peace and friendship.