Why is it that the CIA and NSA get scorn; are they less human than our other troops?

[Jeffersons Ghost]

A while back I went to see a dear old friend that retired 0-6, which represents colonel pay-grade in other branches of military service. 0-6 in his particular line of duty wears no eagles, no uniforms and receives no recognition. All these diligent defenders of democracy get is great chances to die while protecting Lady Liberty. Plenty here at DU bash the CIA but not me after talking to my old friend. Still, I’ve ripped away at the NSA without ever stopping to realize that they’re not there for our entertainment. They live looking over their shoulder while other soldiers sleep. For my part in throwing crap at eagles, I hope they can hear this apology in prose:

Once upon a dream; some words awoke my sleeping.
No soul serving Lady Liberty wants to hear her weeping
No soldier loves an enemy that wants to take her life
Those who serve in silence deserve no words of strife.
Good solders follow orders, no matter what they are
Unsung heroes serve in silence while shining like a star.

Once upon a nightmare, wicked words were sent to sting...
daring eagles that really care, as they fly on silent wing
Day or night they sail in flight from sea to shining sea
Even as we curse them, they’re protecting you and me
Maybe words are empty but some sure warrant keeping.
Words can hurt a friend that protects us as we’re sleeping

Did I hurt a heart last week with stupid words of hate?
Maybe nothing hurts them but why can’t our lips wait?
Can we wait for subtle whispers sailing across the breeze?
Why curse silent soldiers that are human not some disease
Listen to the wind while its whispering softly in your ear
They can’t live free like me when death is lurking near.

Did I hear them whisper during dreams or was it only you?
I guess no one cares but would it matter if it’s true?
Nothing matters more than troops tossed in the wind
Nothing hurts us worse than turning out a friend
When silent friends are dying, who will hear their cry?
Though they can’t live like us, they’re good enough to die

Once upon the world, there came a long hard hell
No soldier likes to kill, they all hear Donne’s dark bell
Silent soldiers sure get scorn but who cares to change their tune
Do you think their hearts are darker than the dark side of the moon?
Don’t you know that they cry too when others scream in pain?
Don’t you dare to laugh at them they wish this world was sane

If they had the power, they’d bring our troops back home
They never sent them there to die where devils dare not roam
Do you care about supporting silent souls sailing in the wind?
Do they need to wear a uniform to prove that they’re your friend?
Next time I hear Gandhi ring through potent words by Dr. King
I want those words to bring soldiers stuck in secrecy underneath my wing