"Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" because they don't give a shit because it won't be their kid over there getting shot just like it wasn't them when their number got called because they were on tour in the National Guard and maybe there's some kid from Southie over there taking shrapnel in the ass and he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from and the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job because he'll work for 15 cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price and of course the oil companies use the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices, a cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helpin my buddy at $2.50 a gallon. They're taking their sweet time taking the oil back, of course, and maybe they even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink Martinis and fucking play Slalom with the icebergs and it ain't too long before he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic.