Sleeping twelve-year-olds, no less.
What makes this story even more outrageous, if that’s possible, is – assuming an informant exists, and wasn’t made up afterward to justify the situation, it’s likely that this was one tribe siccing the Americans on a rival tribe, which has certainly been an issue in Afghanistan. It’s happened before.
For years now, we’ve been reading in the news about wedding parties being bombed “because the informant alleged they were Taliban” and it turns out the informant had a grudge against the people he told us were bad guys. This is a recurring theme – and for some inexplicable reason, we keep falling for it, over and over.
How is it possible that, knowing this has happened, we keep doing it? What’s our goal here in regards to “hearts and minds” relations with the locals – do we want to be thought of as stupid and easily manipulated, or purely psychopathic and willing to kill on the flimsiest of excuses?