U.S., Halliburton’s KBR subsidiary cover up KBR employee gang rape of U.S. civilian in Iraq

Halliburton/KBR employee, Jamie Leigh Jones, now 22, was kept in a “storage container” under armed gaurd by the company’s other employees in Iraq and repeatedly gang raped. U.S. army doctors reported that there was clear evidence of both vaginal and anal trauma due to rape and a rape kit was administered to collect DNA from the perpetrators, however the kit was subsequently lost after army officials handed the kit over to Halliburton/KBR security personnel.

Nice.

So, now, The two sickest, saddest things I have read about in the past two days are both tragic events that could have and should have been prevented by Halliburton subsidiary and primary Iraq War military contractor, Kellogg, Brown, and Root (KBR) (both occurred in Iraq last year.), A company that is immune to prosecution for either of these acts under special laws enacted to protect from prosecution, any U.S. military contractors working in Iraq .

nice.

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If- by Rudyard Kipling

If –
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

father to son