When I first read about the release of Sgt Bowe Bergdahl I was angry. I was never in the middle of it all, but even I remembered questions about Bergdahl’s disappearance in the war. It didn’t make sense why a solider would put down his gun and just walk off into the desert. Was he disillusioned with the war (who hasn’t been)? Was he going over to the other side (there has been no evidence)? Out for a stroll (that is crazy)? Or, was he mentally ill (possible)? I remember various conversations with vets who have been in the thick of war. “It is hell,” they all say. You are afraid, you can’t sleep, you feel sick at your stomach and you even cry. It all looks so glamourous on TV, but in real life, it’s anything but.
Perhaps I am more bothered by his father. Learning the language of his son’s captors? Growing an Islamic beard? Actively working to free all prisoners of war? But then I think to myself, “What if that was my son?” The answer comes pretty quick, “Whatever it takes!” Love is more powerful than ridicule.
Does it put future solders in danger? Probably no more danger than they normally are in. We talk a good line of no negotiations, but we all know it happens and has happened under every administration. Most take place through third parties, some are direct that we rarely hear about. The real truth is that Bergdahl is lucky to be alive.
I will be interested in “hearing the rest of the story.” If Sgt Bowe Bergdahl deserted or defected, he is going to jail. Of course, jail in the USA may be better than captivity in Afghanistan. Or is the young man just simply mentally ill? Time will tell. Perhaps there is more to this story than any of us civilians know. (What if Bergdahl was not the issue but the excuse?) What if one or more of the released prisoners was rehabilitated? Stay tuned.
At one time I was a prisoner. A prisoner to sin. But my Father who loved me so much, came to where I was, and died for me. Love wins over hatred every time. How can I be critical of Bergdahl, when I have been Bergdahl?