Civilians have failed

The RammyTeens song is an homage to Thomas Ewing, one of the Rgoīstes, Jason's uncle and Ha's military advisor. The U.S. “olive drab army” was the one in Korea and Vietnam. The mono green colour design of their field dress was unaffectionately called by the corrupt French word fatigues, fah-tee-gays. The army had switched over to the Woodland camouflage uniform (BDU, battle dress) by the 1980s. In the D.C. area, used cotton canvas drab tops were available at thrift stores, and Ha owned two of them. Jason wore the casual civilian version in the autumn, a light jacket in the colour. When Thomas went to California a few months before to meet with Takamine, he did not wear the contemporary Woodland BDUs. Men from one of his old units dressed the major-general in the olive drab uniform. His brother-in-law, Jason's father Jack Guyker, demoted him temporarily to the rank of colonel, the rank he had when the uniform was still regular dress. That is roughly the rank, but not the status, of Thomas as a decapitated head in the catacombs in the Zeit album video for the single “Deutschland”. Drab, yes. Sad? Not applicable.
    The song “Armee der Tristen” was not about their clothing but about their mentality. Supposedly, the Air Force never existed in the time zone of the song. Whatever frustrations U.S. Army had over their younger work tribe the U.S. Air Force, or none at all but morale was low, they wanted to quarantine themselves to fix their own mistakes. The advantage they had was rich legends from Europe. Ha said nothing about any European army nor NATO. Shoegazer led the exercise. Three teenagers standing close to the doorframe shaping tactics and strategy of what is going on in the song, what it is about, what it had to do. Why be too humble nobody wants to hear it sung a second time. So she explained the Tristan myth. It starts with a dire, sloppy parade of dejected people trying to recruit others into their left behind, abused, misbegotten army. Misery loves company. Shoegazer and Ha had miniscule, nuanced differences. Ha was all for misery, Shoegazer wanted to emphasize defeat, struggle, and dejection. Ha joked as the motivator with Doviet communist European accent. Toiling does not matter. Toiling good for you! Unpraised hard work is irrelevant. Good work, beau travail! The right is right is right, but we're all that's left. More of that from Ha was shoved over into the Punk Show. It's Shoegazer's turn, who got stuck after the motivation.
    A single men's shoe that does not match. Chaos, despair, the civilians failed! They're gone, gone! There is no battlefield when the army finally arrived. Look around, is there anybody left? You be the megaphone and sing around, the search crew will dart into tight corners and pull the civilians out. Yank them out the candid way, not rudely. Everybody's situation is low, it is going to be a matter of trust. No need to fight, too much energy wasted by civilians not knowing the situation. They have very explicit, miniscule matters they cling on to so they can complain and blame anybody nearby. Well, the army has no more emotional armor, quite thin and frayed. The army will collect the surviving civilians and they together must move out of the disaster.
    It is mostly the place, so there is going to be a coordinated evacuation. To the civilians, it is the reason to stay. No other place to be than where they can complain and blame and keep hurting each other, down to the last shoe of the volunteer foot couriers who died up the road. Let's not paint a picture of defeat. Let's sing to raise trust, that the civilians' pains are on par with the army tired of pain. Is sympathy the way to go? Empathy? Or toughen and be indifferent? Shoegazer and Jason chose empathy. Ha was indifferent and did not provide lyrics. I'm the colonel who ordered the evacuation but Punk's lady friend is doing sound effects if you need musical accompaniment. She has arrived assigned to the army but has a weird knight in shining armor tale to work with, about a sour love triangle or something, very confusing. There are twenty of you and fifty of them.
    Your first song, I might never have heard it before you arrived safely with the civilians. That's all. When they do arrive, one of the civilians, a politico, an informer, he much later suddenly told colonel me that there was a song they sang together up the road. The version I get is the best of RammyTeens. Up the road was aaalll the way back in the Middle Ages when Germany was thoroughly subdued. Ha, they were subjugated. But life is better now than back then, and that song got recycled as an optimistic one, the “We suck” slow walk song. It does not belong strictly to the army anymore. All our songs whiped away back in Europe, three hundred years of crickets on our side of the Atlantic, starting over, our best cadences dead. Ha was in her G.I. olive drab revelry and cotton canvas blouse while Shoegazer struggled to get the stanzas out. Jason tagged along as the civilians in the song, modifying and mollifying the army.
    The fake infospiel by RammyTeens is the army has to commission Rammstein to restart cadences. So far, they have something like a tribal chant of a place name same as the band name with one extra letter of the alphabet added. Same with our air force. “Colonel” Ha composed on the spot and recited the matter to the other two teenagers. Potomack! River of D.C. / Potomack! For you and me. / Potomack River for you and me / Onward forth into D.C. / Rush us in / We defend you / We will defend D.C. / Honor and glory on the banks into the basin”. It's not great, but I like the naïveté, the union of oompa loompa double dots and acuté. Shoegazer and Jason's song started as a loud argument back and forth.

(version 1, Army vs. Strangers)

Come out, come out
Come out and join us
   Go to hell!
The wait is over
Friends, please trust
   Liar! Go away!

Loud and noisy shadowplay
Apparitions lost their way
Who are they, get out get out
No more noise, do not shout

Friend, do you trust
Wait here you must
Don't go up the road
Don't be hasty or bold
  Come on out!
  We go together
  We can move now
  Lets move out now

We are the army
   Is that the army?
Please, fellows and friends
   Why are you tardy?
The suffering is over
   You lying spy party!
Your lives are not the end
   Liar! Go away!

Oh you won't go we know do
You know or do you fool, We
Have elixers for new micers
Don't shout again and be nicer
Let us tell you, strangers foe
The tale of Tristen's woe

[Ha announces intermission to 
 cadre Rgo Teens]

version 2, State department vs. Tristan Group

Shoegazer gave the others further information. First was the tale of the two lovers Tristan and Isolde in Celtic lore that was blended in with continental writers and dramatists of the British Isles' Arthurian legend, which she had already informed them. Then she had a formal petition. If Ha gave sufficient justification to side with Shoegazer and with Rgo Teens, the matter would then go to Jason for any compelling dissent, warning, or conviction in the positive sense of agreement. Ha gave Jason the option, conviction or affirmation? He said he could do a simple Yes, but if No, he was not going to compel a conviction but give his recommendation to Shoegazer and vote, and so the vote will be tallied. Now, in what matter?
  Shoegazer told them that a group of attorneys, investors, developers, business owners, real estate mavens among them, and Protestants have fashioned themselves as Tristan Group to push forth negotiations with Rgo. They had at least one ordained Protestant minister in their group. They were pro-Northern Ireland and supported by England. Not all of the UK? Scotland and Wales also, right? England is all they need to bring forth their matters. Oh, sheesh, England is alienating Scotland and Wales. Because of the path of union unto Crown Windsor lack du lac oh low Thames, in the person of Windsor of Windsor-Mountbatten body, Ha continued, by way of blocked Wales by his arm the Crown Prince Royal Mister Husband of Diana Spencer Thrift Shop, Wales will side with England. Scotland, I believe, has Home Rule and that eliminates them from proselytyzing to Parliament what to do in Protestant matters. Ha, it is about Ireland. Oh Great Scots!
  We will get to that. Let me tell you about musicians and Tristan in Tristan and Isolde. It was like an opera, close enough, by Wagner. So the people newly formed around one common coffee pot in D.C., they are not the Wagner Group, are they? Ha looks at her watch. They will be paid above minimum wage to make their inquiry worth it. Portugal wanted to restore citizenship to a lady who was an actress and presumed spy. To Portugal, that was good, her alleged spying was in service to Portugal. Ha believed that was fair, based on independent sovereignty of Portugal, that they are not conjoined with any other nation to be Portugal, not like hyphenated Austria-Hungary, which no longer persists. Ha had to be told, so far not so good. It only gets better when Jason's part as official Naysayer would not be damaging Portugal. And? Und Anglika, which is England, Ha said. The lady, Maldiva Garrigues, was high-born. How high is high? she asked. She was the daughter of a consul assigned by Por-tu-gal to Denmark. The status level of Consul Ha did understand. Further, the appointment was by Queen Maria II of Portugal, and her family name is the same as her father's. Maldiva— is she supposed to be a bad diva, a mal opera singer?
  Continuity in citizenship based on contribution is a good law though prone to jingoism and violent overthrows. Same country, almost the same people who, by whatever means appropriate they are fit, the citizenry would be satisfied and not ashamed or embroiled on too many questions of qualifications and infractions. I am For continuity of citizenship, Ha said. Shoegazer informed, Maldiva Garrigues was born in Denmark to her ambassador father, so she had Portugese citizenship by the time she was of age to serve Portugal and be protected by them, having a father who traveled extensively for his job. His name was Jean Antoine Henri Garrigues but in Portuguese, so Henri would be Henriqué, said Shoegazer. Why are you telling me her father's name? Wouldn't it be Jean Antoine to the French? No, not that high born. Jean Antonio Henriqué Garriguez? They're not Mexican, Ha. In the time of Wagner. In Europe. Shoegazer gave her the answer. His first name is not Jean or Jo-an, it is J-O-A-tilde-O, pronounced in Portuguese João. Hello to you, too, [Shoegazer]. Jason laughed. Okay, so he was Mister, Master Hello.
  It was important for Ha to know about Queen Maria II.

Malvina Schnorr kaw-koo kaw-choo von Karolsfel (chorus)





    Not only with Rammstein but all their other responsibilities, Jack outranked all of them, while each of the RammyTeens were doing the work of colonels. Many high-ranking military commanders wearing contemporary Woodland uniform easily bested the three teenagers and were not bothered by Rgo's lack of forward command experience and ineligibility for most exercises 50 percent of the time. The other 50 percent, for example, was a loop without a slipknot: Jason could hold a gun, keep a gun, shoot a gun, except his identity would be illegal even if CIA eliminated Ha, because they cannot let him be illegal. And if they did either one, CIA would be illegal. He did not need CIA to let him do anything. She did not have to tell CIA to do anything, because they were not supposed to. Most of the time, they were the honourary Army of Tristan and deserved the vintage “loyalty uniform”, the newer Woodland one the duty dress.
    There was a tactical, more than a strategic reason why the rank scale for Rgo stretched out longer than before NATO and CIA. Half of those reasons have a classifying mechanism on the business of Rgo. It certainly did not mean Thomas would be a six-star general in the year 2000. It did mean much of the music portfolio required only a two-star general, not an entire fresh continental army in Australia. Nor did he drop down from a constellation far from Andromeda. A preliminary version of the song mentioned the eschelon that was unlike the Arthurian legend of knights of the table round. The melody was so bad and the lyrics even worse, so RammyTeens started over to avoid CIA's approval. CIA's disapproval would have been better, which only indicted CIA in their own chicken-and-egg problem.
    CIA were not the chaperones to have. They were well-placed with the State department, which is where they belonged. They could not nag FBI, they could not cheat army-navy. Their shenanigans over the Treasury department were ousted when they were younger as OSS, the Office of Strategic Services, reforming in the mid-1960s. Rgo peddled them back to that time, taking small chunks out of the War Department that did not fit its size under the Air Force-led DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency). A special request by the Judiciary was made to Rgo, to fix both intelligence and area security. The Judiciary took care of intelligence security, which was vital to CIA, moreso than clandestine operations (espionage, sabotage). RammyTeens benefitted greatly from the expediency Judiciary provided. Orders were relayed clearly, spending was reasonable, negotiations were nonviolent, staff's professionalism and grasp of the new political layout of Europe was admirable. A huge chunk of Africa dropped out of the State department's treaties.
    As for the government's children, they rushed to put together an area security team, the bodyguards. The days of latchkey CIA were in full swing. Children who did not eat ice-cream for ten years, they were told they had less privileges than people in South Korea and East Berlin. Most everybody understood the G.I. children would become the government by the end of the century, everybody else was glued together by different estates like the “seven-nations army” and even by CIA. If you wanted to agitate CIA, you were a typical partisan, and there were not that many left in CIA. Partisans were quite wealthy in the 1980s, living openly in society. If you could not tolerate the Kooks, you were an unsavvy civilian unfit for civil service and should get out of D.C. and go home to the Union. If you had the urge to challenge them and look into their budgeted assignments, you should get out of Congress and join the State department. If you wanted to lecture them and parade them in cages in a foreign country, they were recruiting, and the State department would let you. Life for a CIA agent was on par with life for Laurence of Arabia. If you spend on the wrong ledger, you defected already, and the other prince will punish you.
    The “pricely USA” was a powerful post, with authority to punish. Back then in the 1990s, it was a few intelligence agencies, half of the Senate, a few generals from the Pentagon, a few great attorneys and judges from the Judiciary, and wealthy aristocrats from the State department. Local Americans had the Union trust and could petition their House Representative and state governor. The court paid for those petitioners pro bono. Your case is your citizenship, the State's case is the citizenry. The State should not wantonly abuse their people, they had to fairly and sincerely offer opportunities. Proportionality and the right stake was what was argued, to salvage at least one of them without injuring the other. Workers on wages had no argument except their prospects, which is their livelihood. Loyalty was not perfect, but integrity was humanistic.
    Corrupt misappropriation was cause for losing citizenship. No foreign country wanted you. You could not even be in exile to cause trouble again; only prisoners were exiled, like Napoleon. Slavery was not a solution but one of the significant problems. Loss of citizenship meant lowered priority in employment: Go to the back of the line, do not expect to lead a company or own much resources, be a worker who no longer challenged the people. You could run away to be an immigrant and start over fresh without being a pest. CIA was recalled back to the USA to stop squandering navy resorces, USA wealth, and workers and families in the army. CIA was not the avant guarde of culture, society, or polity. They could never fit anybody's tribe without renationalization, same as highly developed mafia. Proving corruption was harder than proving avarice. “Administration law” was a joke of trolls riddling their own hypocrisy. Was I late for anything else but your child going to school? No kidding!
    It is a total let-down of a farce for the USA to have a court case of whether or not Army three-star general Michael Flynn is a registered foreign agent of Ukraine. Like the Filippina nurse down at the community clinic. They take out the whip on Lawrence of Arabia and get it over with. As anyone can know, one shiny drone co-developed with Russia and beta-tested by Iran is more registered than Mike Flynn. Or your BMW. Problem? The Fake judiciary that took over Television in northern Virginia, owes the Union, not CIA. The Flynn case was remanded to D.C. When it comes to why Theatre of Warfare is for bogus idiots who cling on to those disguises, well, they fled the holocaust they wanted with an armful of oil paintings and so on. And their children, Rammstein's age group, grew up watching paint dry on walls and dust collecting on peeling wallpaper, who were regarded least and last by the Republic, behind orphanages.
    Governance, transition, and reform ran in parallels. Those who dropped out of the Woodland division were “civilians in uniform” all along, unreliable. Children learned not to be cruel to them, not to give them complex tasks, not to expect tribal affinity, not to usurp their calendar age difference. But they could demand adult-and-child affinity, they did have modest power to demand adults have commaraderie and get along and not display nor induce anxiety. The European Union became an infrastructure burden in the early 1990s. Without USA confidence to withdraw from NATO or similar deglobalization efforts, the Cold War was not going away. It is baldly, plainly, translucently clear and water simple, the EU has been America's security juggernaut attracting the economic titan China. Circumstances and arrangements short of slavery was malcontent, discontent, and disenchantment. No way, no how, no can-do, cannot be done. And that was the Drab Army of Tristan. You shouldn't have (you did not know what you were doing and called us crazy), you couldn't have (we did not let you but you warred anyway), and you wouldn't have anyway (we're only crazy when you are madder for no reason). Evil and incompetency are indistinguishable. Making war on Korea and Vietnam. The transition to the Woodland dress marked a closing of those controversies, a liberation from horror and anxiety.
    The only people left who were stuck unreformed blabbered that everything is shocking. But they love the lightbulb more than the blood coursing through their own arteries. Technocracy was pre-programmed for denial, that it would never fail because it is preferred over or is presumed to be better than people. If you wanted technology to never fail you, you had to step out of the people and into plurality, which descended into dehumanized zombie hordes, loitering fascism, anti-work anarchy, utter mud golum mass desert poverty, or, hey, the borg of hive mind worshipping Tron. Why don't you all join the Army of Tristan as a bunch of failures and start over? Your leaders wear the humble, plain olive drab and brown uniforms. Nothing fancy, fewer complaints. The kicked upon and spat upon because it was not by consent the whole time, their conscientiousness survived without the false glory.
    The dejected got out of a deep conundrum. They had children between them, victors and losers, and they decided to stop having disadvantaged children, harmed and confused; they decided not to boom anymore. Army of Tristan was the tribe of leftovers led by simple, happy-go-lucky people who did not keep a duchess hostage anymore. The sex war was over before the 1980s even started. Lying was not part of any womanhood. Fate rules, but fate is not the cruelty. Esteem ruled fate, and that is why the army is so drab, not fabled chivalrous and not quite the libidous lyrics of the Rammstein song “OK”. If love does not clinch the sale, make a bunch of robots that love you more. You could sell yourself into slavery. They the robots “live” about as true as the Devil ever did, falsely.
    Heroizing the army was another contention. They monopolized secrets disguised as love but befoul their navy. Out quipped Alternative Music and the anti-hero, led by partisans. Oh, if you had the time to hear all about U.S. Navy's treachery and stowaways, you would keep them busy around the Bermuda Triangle. The excessive ambition of the navies around the globe has drained fossil fuels quicker than any era of bloodletting and plague in all of human history. Armies were expected to be hustlers expediting, not dumpers and dumpster piles. The Air Force was doomed already, guilty as transporters of escalating convenient diasporas. Fly there, which was somewhere else other than home, take your own navy hostage for out-colonizing your boomer consumption bad habits, blame it on your army they are real heroes who have to be more efficient exercise bunnies who eat last after county prisoners. And so the survivalists among the Army and Air Force took the Marines back and were the earliest to rally Drab Army. Nobody said they were the greatest army on earth, more like one of the most tragic ones in a few hundred years undergoing real reform. That was what it felt like to be stuck with Canadian-led NATO. The French will have their time in Canada, it is inevitable. Fine, the U.S. Navy is still a great navy, okay, we will consume whatever British culture they bring ashore. The Drab Army has no choice whatsoever — except its Marines.
    Not since Frederick the Great of Prussia has there been a great defensive army that happened to own a state. The Woodland army retrofitted its doctrine to learn from that army. Why wouldn't Vietnam be in the same league? Students have amnesia, farmers are busy raising a people. The U.S. Navy accumulated consiserable control over civilian economics, to the point poor Thomas could acknowledge he had been demilitarized “down to the drumsticks”. The signs and symbols of the nation-state held no sway over a diverse USA population hooked on media being force-fed commercials, literally symbolic over-valuation of the meaning, intent, or supposed goodness of product placement the actus, act or action. And taking sides between act or action was the Rabbit Hole taking up time among learned society in Congress, the infinite regression from the Fallen Proposition. The Pope today in 2026 is one of those amnesiac students. The people styled it out in the 1980s: «To infinity and beyond!» No, the Pope is not infallible, yet John Paul II the Polish communist could be a saint in the future. His place is neither Heaven nor Andromeda, Just like Communism, Just like Liberal Society is not Wilsonian high society.
    What the USA army is not is a continental army in its own homeland in the Western Hemisphere. The last continental army over the same territory, functionally, was not known by its operational name during the American Civil War. It was called the Union Army, its political name, which was an army of the state that fractured with armies of half of the nation, the Confederacy. Compared to other nations, it was precisely what it should have been but not until it went into retirement under General William Tecumseh Sherman, a Catholic. It was the Army of the Republic. And that army was the last sovereign continental army born and raised in America.
    So if jurists knew that Protestant preacher John Jay knew foreign-born army general and banker Alexander Hamilton, who was drilled under Austrian military field doctrine, they would not have written so uncandidly as noncitizens➚, fomenting with hatred and spewing a tautology for their predelictions in questions and appearances. They did so to the Senate committee while agitating against respect beneath or without Brett Kavanaugh and misciting the Federalist Papers. To them, the law is a pair of eyegoggles: it is not what you see, it is your perception of appearances. But their action is Punch and Judy. Do you like dark Ray-Ban sunglasses, do you remember? «Breathlessly» he said of the agitators and their agitprop not his peer group. Jay went to Heaven, Hamilton got shot and went into a coffin. No wonder Ha was a lone voice who rejected the emeritus law school teachers and former judges and predicted, merely by accurate observation, that Yale and Harvard universities were deservedly washed up regardless what Indian infiltration was going on in the UK under the guise of prefecture cahiers. Eight hundred jurists versus Ha, 600 historians versus Ha, 700 federal attorneys versus Ha, 3,000 administrators versus Ha. There was even Twitter Bird versus pro-Phoenix Ha. What a yawn, 18th century diplomacy 101 is a one credit-hour freshman year college course in the 18th century of Vietnam. Statecraft was an intensive four credit-hours practicum. How did Saladin bring his swords across the desert? You have one hour a week to describe his organizational skills without using your Chinese textbooks. GenX loved their culture enough to stay out of the rat fink laboratory.

It was worth it to Shoegazer nevertheless. The Marines simply cannot fulfill what the Army should be. Taking a pause from NATO, RammyTeens understood the U.S. military's situation and some of the financial snags happening with the EU. Jack pushed the children back to stay behind him. He was almost ready to tackle big problems of the Navy. Ha was despondent, dejected Jack Guyker did not have staff who could move as quickly as he could. Ha made the biggest compromise ever with the Marines. $3 billion for one nuclear submarine was a washed up empty pocket on the national budget. Easy money, and Ha's biggest mistake. Is there anybody, anyone, who can sanctify that the small Marine corps has to raise a continental army, not another seven seas navy that is already there! Navy was still cruising the oceans as the Good Guys, a floating ship of state with all its military components onboard except horses. But it could transport Army's Fords and BMWs. If you wanted to get out of Israel's horrendous challenges, speak about the bicycle to them, because they were there in Italy in the first half of World War II. Israel really supposes the U.S. Marines mismeasure them? Human intelligence maxed out before the railroad. CIA wanted nothing more than what you see from Francis Ford Coppola: retire in a big water treehouse in Cambodia on one liter of petrol a year. The monsoons but just enough radio to not die alone.