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Greetings! You are reading an article from The Mudville Gazette. To reach the front page, with all the latest news and views, click the logo above or "main" below. Thanks for stopping by! November 9, 2007 Chatter (and numbers that matter)By GreyhawkOr: "How the War was Won (Part one)" Preface: Military policemen patrolled the tracks and bus stations to watch for deserters. The Army in the past six months had charged more than 2,600 soldiers with desertion and convicted 90 percent of them. Indiscipline also plagued units that had been staging in southeast Virginia for weeks. So many men were sentenced to the crowded brig at Solomon's Island in Chesapeake Bay during amphibious training that there was a waiting list to serve time; on October 3 alone, thirty men had been court-martialed for various infractions. This week in military history: Operation Torch, the allied invasion of North Africa began. It's a wonder we won that war. "The idea of huge armies rolling along roads at a fast pace is a dream," Cavalry Journal warned in 1940, even after the German blitzkrieg signaled the arrival of mechanized warfare. "Oil and tires cannot like forage be obtained locally." The Army's cavalry chief assured Congress in 1941 that four well-spaced horsemen could charge half a mile across an open field to destroy an enemy machine-gun nest without sustaining a scratch... The last Regular Army cavalry regiment would slaughter its mounts to feed the starving garrison on Bataan in the Philippines, ending the cavalry era not with a bang but with a dinner bell. Let's move on to the present day, somewhere in Iraq: I drove to the Local Air Force Base earlier this week to pick up some new guys. This is always an exercise in patience - planes are never on time and information is sometimes unreliable. So you wait. And sometimes you wait some more. But today I didn't have to wait too long until learning that my guys didn't get to their waypoint in time to catch their flight in, so I only spent about 3 hours (including driving time) achieving nothing. I've had worse days. Elsewhere:
There's a large, outdoor waiting area available at Local Air Force Base, and even a couple of seats for the hundred or so folks to sleep on while awaiting transportation. Those not fortunate enough to get one of the benches can sack out on concrete, dirt or gravel, whichever they prefer. Sometime before finding out I was completely wasting my time I wandered into one of the larger outdoor waiting pens. For a moment I thought the ground was filled with backpacks and rucksacks, but on closer examination I realized it was filled with backpacks, rucksacks, and people in matching uniforms using them as pillows. But I saw a lot of folks up and around, too, wandering about the area. This is where people come and go, in ones and twos for leave and in massive groups as Brigades swap out. And if you check their shoulders you'll see patches from a lot of storied military units; the "1" (not red on the new ACU) of the 1st ID, the Indian head of the 2nd, the stripes of the 3rd. You'll spot the screaming eagle on the sleeves of guys from the 101st who are swapping stories with a couple Joes sporting tropic lightning patches from the 25th. In this corner: the Cav; over there: 10th Mountain; over there the 82nd. And here and there are Ranger tabs, and here and there are bare right sleeves on crisp new uniforms: welcome to Baghdad, Joe.
Hang around such places and you pick up intel. You hear about life in the remote outposts, on the convoys, and in the streets and neighborhoods of Baghdad and elsewhere. You hear exaggerations, too - and rumors passed as fact. That's human nature. Back in July a soldier waiting for a flight home for leave told me of horrible losses his Brigade had suffered. The numbers were inflated - slightly - while low enough to be believable they were high enough to have brought huge front page headlines to every newspaper in America, and those headlines never were. GIs exaggerate and inflate and tend to pass rumor as fact, but at the base of all that is truth, and the truth is that combat in the early summer months here was intense - some of the roughest fighting of the war. And not far from where we stood was another gateway home: the mortuary. But fewer and fewer passed through that gate in the weeks since that day in the middle of summer. And this week while standing in the same location I heard a different story.
"Hey, I'm heading to {remote combat outpost} - how are things there? "Not bad, really. We haven't been attacked this month at all, and last month we were attacked only once. IED's are down, too. We're doing heavy route clearance. I can't remember the last time an IED hit us..." Soldiers might exaggerate threats, but they do not bullshit someone heading for their post about the lack thereof. How did we win this war? There are complex answers to that question, but there is also a simple one that is true and is the basis for all the complexities that spring from it: We won the war because United States Soldiers and Sailors and Airmen and Marines do not quit.
The decrease in violence is more than anecdotal. At this point I don't even think I need to provide links to supporting documents and news coverage - if you haven't heard by now then you aren't the sort of person who would have read this far anyway. But I'm not a fan of death metrics. Up, down, and chaotic - an exceptionally low month means it will be quite easy for the next month to be higher - a helicopter crash could do it. And there are many possible reasons for this decrease, ranging from "neighborhood ethnic cleansing goals achieved" or "militias biding their time" to "Victory is ours!" And you'll hear them all from people pointing to the wrong numbers to support their claim: the numbers from the morgue.
But interspersed throughout the above are the right numbers,the real indicators of victory in Iraq. Civilian tips leading to terrorists and their weapons caches - and the ones you've seen above are just a few from one four-day stretch. These matter more than raw numbers on violence. I said so almost exactly two years ago. We've discussed it at MilBlogs. But few people are paying attention to what those of us who are here fighting this war might have to say. Everyone is focused on the death metrics, and everyone is wrong. Call it "hearts and minds" or people fighting for their lives and futures who do not fear turning to us for help and helping us in return without fear of retribution from an enemy falling fast - these are the numbers that tell the tale. These are the numbers that indicate something worthwhile. These are the numbers that will drive the death metrics further down and keep them there.
And when they do, they'll be on our side too. Rear Adm. Gregory Smith, MNF-I spokesman:
How did we win this war? Simply put, we won because we are the best. The finest Soldiers and Sailors and Airmen and Marines in the world, and the best hope for people seeking hope for a future. And we are tired and hot is turning cold and we are far from home and soldiering on but you can't take that from us, and we won't let anyone take it from them. The story continues here Posted by Greyhawk / November 9, 2007 5:42 PM | Permalink 20 Comments |
November 26, 2010America@war [Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit. That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary. From their about page:
"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation: The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism. Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented. I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are. "Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result. Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web... And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed. The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down. But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:
Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down. If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real. And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale. We've already made history, it's time to save it. (More to follow...) Posted 4:02 PM | Permalink |
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I've been a regular reader of milblogs for a while. The Mudville Gazette, and Blackfive being the two I read every day, while spot checking others sites and links of interest.
While I have read many stories, articles, and comments, most good, some even great, this story, my friend, is one of the finest pieces of writing I have had the pleasure to read. Not only is it good news, but the way it is presented is truly outstanding. It contains no hyperbole, no outraged emotion, no chest thumping bravado, but only the points that really matter from those who know what matters.
Bravo, Greyhawk! Well done. And well done to all of the soldiers, marines, sailors, and airmen who are winning this.
Ditto what WBW just said. I'm on my way in a little bit to the Veterans' Day Parade in Sierra Vista, Az, home to Fort Huachuca, and I'll sure be thinking of you, Sir, and all our Military and their families around the world,past and present. I am so very, very grateful for you all. And a special thanks to Mrs. GH.
Had we used casualty metrics in World War II, it would have been obvious that we were losing all throughout '44 and '45, right up until the enemy surrendered.
Masterful. There's not time or words enough to express my gratitude to our men and women in uniform, who stayed the course. Thank you.
Many of the self called elites could not figure out how winning in a dirty, dangerous environment could be won. That's because not them, nor no one they know, ever, works at dirty, tough, low pay dangerous jobs. They eat their low fat fish, and never know a fisherman. They live in la-de-da homes, and don't know the carpenters, or plumbers or roofers that built it. They don't know the farmers.
They have no contact or history of undertaking a years long struggle. They don't know how the railroads were built, or countless farms made out of the forests or trackless plains.
And yet these people always pass themselves off as the most knowingest.
Good on you, all the servicepersons, all the sweat, and dirt, and blood. Evil walked the earth and you put it down. I hope someday fifty years from now, when you get up a midnight because you can not sleep, and have a cup of coffee, you remember that once you were hero, and walked with giants.
Greyhawk,
There is one metric not yet met...
When those without the fortitude, the foresight, or the desire to win change their tune…
When DailyKOS starts bellowing that we should keep our soldiers and Marines deployed 'over there' rather than voting 'over here'.
Then we know we have won the battle.
Then we know we are the strong horse.
Greyhawk,
There is one metric not yet met...
When those without the fortitude, the foresight, or the desire to win change their tune…
When DailyKOS starts bellowing that we should keep our soldiers and Marines deployed 'over there' rather than voting 'over here'.
Then we know we have won the battle.
Then we know we are the strong horse.
Please, please, will every one of you vets run for political office or become journalists when you get home? It'll probably mean more sacrifice for you and your families, but the USA, the world and the human race need for you people to be in charge.
I just reread Hackworths "About Face" during his time in Vietnam. Perhaps our armed forces have learned how to fight a G war and to win the hearts and minds. In my opionion based on USARV experience and with talking to my nephew and other Iraqi veterans, the training is much better and the officer corp much more adept. I also think that the mission is more important and better understood than my experience which was to get back to the great px in the sky. Now, if we have learned how to train a competent army (no ARVN please) and to limit the corruption in a corrupt society we may actually complete this historic mission. God bless the armed forces and God bless the US.
Ditto from the Panhandle of Nebraska.
Yesterday, I helped put up a display honoring the men and women employees of our hospital who are veterans. Part of the display is a memorial to Alliance, NE native U.S. Marine Corps Private First Class Ronald L. Coker, Medal of Honor recipient, Vietnam, Company M, 3rd Battlion, 3d Marine Division (Rein), FMF . He succumbed to horrendous injuries received while trying to protect and rescue a wounded fellow soldier who was exposed to enemy fire. Although wounded by enemy small arms fire, Pfc Coker continued his crawl across the open terrain, threw a grenade that surpressed enemy fire enough so that he could reach the wounded soldier, and started to drag him to safety. Moments later, a grenade thrown by the enemy landed on the body of the wounded man. Pfc. Coker grabbed the grenade, turned away from the wounded soldier, but before he could dispose of it, it went off, severing both hands. He hooked what was left of his arm into the ammo belt of his wounded companion, and continued to try to drag him to safety. More grenades landed near him, wounding him further. And he still did not quit. His citation ends with: "His heroic deeds inspired his fellow Marines to such aggressive action that the enemy fire was supressed sufficiently to enable others to reach him and carry him to a relatively safe area where he succumbed to his extensive wounds. Pfc. Coker's indomitable courage, inspiring initiative and selfless devotion to duty upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the U.S. Naval Service. He gallantly gave his life for his country."
I cannot describe the sense of awe and feeling of respect that came over me as I read his citation while working on the display.
I mention him here on this Veterans Day to honor all those who have served since. I assure you, that same sense of awe and respect is held by myself and countless others for the display of professionalism, duty and devotion exhibited by our armed service personnel these past four years.
"Inspiring Initiative." "Selfless Devotion to duty." "Indomitable courage."
You are right, sir. THAT is what wins wars. Not body counts.
I'll be damned if we don't have some fine men and women, Sir. Some fine men and women.
God bless each and very one of you.
What a wonderful piece of writing!
I am so grateful to you and all your colleagues, our heroic soldiers, Marines and airmen.
Thank you.
Jamie Irons
Awesome writing. Started my Saturday off right.
Gotta give a hearty hearty "hear, hear" to all the previous comments! I have been thinking about the idea that the seemingly "bad" times were really necessary for us to reach this end-state. If these tactics had been used before the civilians had been terrorized by AQI and while we were still viewed as having god-like powers to wave our hands and fix anything, would they have met with the success we are seeing now?
Brian K., thank you for the story about Pfc. Coker.
Got that right. You guys and your families are the best.
Thanks to you and all who have gone before you this Veterans Day.
And thanks to those who never lose faith.
Wow, last time I was here, there was only the one great comment from William B. William (and I had to chuckle to myself as it was in complete opposition of the comments that were left here at one time under the moniker "WW"), and now I see so many other comments of praise and gratitude. So good to see.
I can do nothing but echo the previous comments, Greyhawk. I look forward to these dispatches and history lessons from you as much as I look forward to Michael Yon's dispatches.
Keep up the great work, sir and a sincere thank you to you and all veterans on this Veterans Day (and every day for that matter) from this humble civilian.
god bless these heros
Greyhawk, you and all our American heros make us extremely proud. You are correct when you say that we won because our military men and women "do not quit". In fact, our President did not quit and many honorable politicians, such as senator Lieberman have not quit. I am quite certain that the majority of american citizens, if polled honestly, would show that they have not quit. Then there are those who voted to go to Iraq because they thought it would benefit their political careers. Then when things were not going well they turned against the war, again because they thought it would benefit their political careers. I find it difficult to find words to describe my contempt for these peoiple and those whose agenda is anti-american. I have found these words, however spoken by John Stuart Mill, 1862,British philosopher and Member of Parliment. I quote, "War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."
God Bless America.
Greyhawk, they need you at the Pentagon!
Mahlon,
Among the first Americans to fall in the Iraq war was Marine Captain Ryan Beaupre, who died March 21, 2003 in a helicopter crash near the Iraq border.
Here's his final letter home to his family:
Greyhawk,
Thank you for that. I do recall seeing this before and I think it was at your Mudville Gazette and also heard it on the Bill Bennett radio show. It struck me as a very good definition of those who I "admire".
By the way I just finished reading the book "House To House" by SSgt. Bellalavia and what a powerful work. He is a magnificent example of why we will always win when our cause is moral and just.
You and all who are serving, as well as their families, please accept our heart felt gratitude. We are and shall be always in your debt.
Stay safe and God Bless.
Mahon Moore,Coon Rapids, MN