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It was Captain Robert Semrau, Royal Canadian Regiment (RCR), until October 5, 2010 when a military court pronounced Robert Semrau guilty of disgraceful conduct and dismissed him from the Canadian Army.  A lot of people thought it should never have happened.

On October 19, 2008 Robert Semrau was leading a small mentoring team of Canadian soldiers embedded with an Afghan National Army unit in Helmand province, Afghanistan.

A Taliban ambush was winding down and a U.S. Army Apache 64 Longbow attack helicopter, just because it could, had laid down some 30 mm chain gun rounds in the area, ruining the afternoon of at least one Taliban who was blown out of a tree.  He was lying on the ground absent his intestines and with compound fractures in both legs.  He was still alive but the prognosis was not good.

Robert Semrau has never spoken publicly about his actions concerning the grievously wounded Talib but what has never been in dispute is that he put two rounds into him where he lay on the ground.  To finish him off?  To put him out of his misery?  The exact motivation has never been explained.  Maybe it can never be explained.

It took two months but it was determined that Captain Semrau had violated the Canadian military Code of Conduct and he was arrested and returned to Canada to be tried for murder.  That had never happened before to any member of the Canadian armed forces in any war zone in any war in the history of the Canadian armed forces.

Robert Semrau was fond of soldiering.  He’d done a stint with the British Army’s 2nd Parachute Battalion and had served in Afghanistan with the British Army before serving there with the Canadian Army.  He was an army guy.  One of the most interesting things about him from the vantage point of samoyeddogs is that he wrote a brilliant book about his experiences with the RCR called “The Taliban Don’t Wave”.

It’s a good title because they don’t.  Or didn’t.  And probably still don’t.  And that’s how Semrau and his team were often able to determine who was friendly and who was foe out there in all those poppy and marijuana fields.  The non-combatant farmers and country folk will return your wave but the Taliban don’t wave.

Robert Semrau was cleared on the murder charge and avoided a prison sentence but he was still drummed out of the army.  On the face of it, yes, it was a mistake to shoot.  Stress.  The situation.  The condition of the dying person on the ground.  Whatever led to it, Robert Semrau’s action was plainly against the rules.

The Taliban don’t play by the rules but the NATO allies in Operation Enduring Freedom did, or tried to.  I don’t think Mr. Semrau was naive, but he must have known somewhere in his thought processes that there could, and likely would be consequences for what happened that day.  It was all just going to be too bad.

Robert Semrau is alive and with his family and he’s been quoted as saying that is the most significant thing he has taken away from his experiences in the army and in Afghanistan.  He doesn’t much get into the events of October 19, 2008 in his book.  Perhaps there’ll be a time when he’s willing to share his side.  I’m sure it would be interesting.

The Taliban Don’t Wave  978-1118261-187   John Wiley & Sons  2012

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The restaurant is big. 6500 square feet I read somewhere. You only get a feeling for the size when you’re inside because from the street, even though there are windows, you just can’t really see what’s going on at Tojo’s. But you wonder. You always wonder because you remember when you essayed his first location four blocks east of here.  What’s the new place like?  Wondering that for about 15 years.  And it was time for change.

Even then, meaning 15 years ago, the place had a rep as a place movie stars might be found. That wasn’t why we went there, we went because of the excellent reputation for food, but sure enough, that other evening States and I rode up in the elevator to the second floor location with Jürgen Prochnow and Clint Howard.  Just the four of us.  What timing.

 

They were making a picture somewhere locally.  They didn’t talk to us and we didn’t talk to them.  It was like a remake of “The Elevator People”.  Dead silence except for the ticking elevator.  We’ve all been through this.  Plus you’re in Canada so absolute reticence is natural.

Always remembered the Pacific oysters in an exquisite sort of creamy sauce that we started out with that night.  Jürgen and Clint were sitting close by at another table for two.  We didn’t talk to them or make eye-contact and I was relieved because if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s movie stars bugging me when I’m trying to enjoy a restaurant meal.

In truth, Jürgen was and is the movie star.  Clint is more of a supporting or character actor.  The astounding thing is I never knew until yesterday he’s the younger brother of Ron Howard.  Get out.  The “Gentle Ben” kid is Opie’s brother?  Everybody knows that.  The movie he and Jürgen made back then, well, let’s just say you never heard of it.  It definitely wasn’t Das Boot II.

That restaurant was about a tenth the size of this one.  It was intimate and fairly noisy.  You can hear things in this place, but they sound kind of far off.  Susurrations of distant Japanese staff.  There’s a second floor mezzanine dining area accessed by a rather long staircase and there’s no chance of seeing what’s going on up there.  Mr. Hidekazu Tojo spent a mint on this place.  I say hall because the main dining area is two stories tall.  Look way up.

The furnishings are good but there is sort of this Brobdingnabian feel at odds with all of my prior experience of Japanese restaurants.  And the lighting seems a bit off.  And although Pacific oysters in that cool sauce was still on the menu the dish wasn’t available tonight.  We both teared up and sipped our Asahi.  How’s this thing going to go?  Can the past be recaptured?  Le temps retrouvé?  Chuck, you got something for us here?

Truth is three of the dishes were first-rate and two, the tempura and fatty tuna, were so-so.  “So-so” isn’t, by the way, a Japanese expression.  I believe it originated in Ontario.

Which is not to say we didn’t have a good time.  We did.  And we were in no danger of any movie star harassing us.  There were none.  Amal and George Clooney and entourage may have been up there on the mezzanine but if they were, they behaved themselves.

$195 and change including a 15% gratuity.  Why not?  The nice, semi-elderly Japanese lady server in traditional semi-elderly Japanese lady server garb, or maybe not, found out it was somebody’s birthday tonight and, need we explain further, two gratted deserts arrived followed by a miniature sing-a-long.  Not quite “The Keg”, but reminiscent.

Mr. Tojo is looking well.  Tojo is expensive?  Yes. Overly?  Yes.  But that “Golden Roll” with the super-thin crêpe wrap…  “Tojo’s Tuna”, which we appetized on, was excellent and half the price of the fatty tuna entreé.  That’s enough French for now.

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