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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 14, 2007 We've Won - Let's Abandon IraqBy GreyhawkOr: "How the War was Won" (Part 2) The previous installment in my on-going rambles from Iraq is here (But you can press on - this piece works as a stand-alone, too...) 1. In the Gardens of Stone So I'm walking to the gym. Under my feet: four inches of gravel pave the way. When the rains come that will be better than mucking through the sort of muddy paste that the sands of Iraq become when mixed with the slightest bit of water, but in the dry season (and it hasn't really rained here since May) it's just another feature. You want to experience some aspect of life in the camps in Iraq? Find an area with four inches of gravel on the ground (shallower gravel doesn't count - you don't get the full effect) and walk around in it for a half hour or so. Repeat several time a day, sometimes carrying something heavy. Do it every day for a year, then do it for three more months... But I digress. So I'm walking to the gym. Under my feet: four inches of gravel pave the way. Concrete t-wall sections form unbroken fortress walls on either side of my path. They are a relatively new feature; at least, we didn't have them in any significant number on my last trip here. Then we lived in tents, with sandbags stacked knee-high around them. Hypothetically these would afford us some protection from shrapnel should the odd mortar or rocket detonate nearby - or close enough to send the shrapnel flying but far enough to spare us death in the initial blast. Back then politicians in the States were screaming hysterically about armor and how we didn't have enough, but their utter ignorance of conditions in the real Iraq meant they missed an even greater vulnerability. Perhaps they were blinded by the flash of cameras. Or perhaps the fact that large concrete walls can't easily be manufactured in the home district by voters working hard for donors and then shipped overseas led them to establish other priorities. Anyhow, too late now. Even though things weren't perfectly exactly right upon our arrival in Iraq we rather quietly made those particular improvements without congressional hystrionics to spur us on. The walls are up and our camps are thoroughly sub-divided into blast-containment areas and we can all sleep a little more soundly at night - or day, or whenever we get the chance to sleep. And home front ignorance of the real Iraq has certainly caused more significant problems then that one... But I digress. So I'm walking to the gym. Under my feet: four inches of gravel pave the way. Concrete t-wall sections form unbroken fortress walls on either side of my path. It's early in the morning, so the shadow of the wall on my left is shading that half of the road. But there's a bit of pep in my step, of pride in me stride... 2. We've won the war. Folks thought I was a bit bold (other adjectives may apply) for saying that on October 6. After all, the BBC wouldn't acknowledge the possibility until last week... Over the past three months, there has been a sharp and sustained drop in all forms of violence. The figures for dead and wounded, military and civilian, have also greatly improved.Along with the Associated Press: BAGHDAD--Twilight brings traffic jams to the main shopping district of this once-affluent corner of Baghdad and hundreds of people stroll past well-stocked vegetable stands, bakeries and butcher shops.That's the real Iraq. There's also a Make-believe Iraq, and the BBC and the AP have spent time there. We're going to look at make-belive Iraq and the real Iraq. You see, we won the war in the real Iraq, and few people in America are familiar with anything other than its make-believe version.
3. Veterans Day Veterans Day, 2004, Vermont - From the Mudville Archive collection: Kyle Gilbert, her only child, was 20 when he died. He was a top-ranked karate black-belt and a car aficionado who proudly drove a red 1969 Chevelle. He enlisted in the Army shortly after graduation from Brattleboro Union High School, following the example of his father, Robert, who served 20 years earlier.Later, these same Vermonters would pretend they had been sacrificing for the war: In a debate that echoed in at least 50 other Vermont towns holding their annual meetings this week, Dummerston passed a resolution asking the State Legislature to investigate the impact of National Guard deployments on Vermont's readiness for a natural disaster or other emergency. The measure, which also asks Congress and the president to "take steps to withdraw American troops from Iraq," was part of a new effort by antiwar activists to take the debate over the war down to a distinctly local level.Fortunately, a Vermont Guardsman with some knowledge of the real Iraq had a counter-message: I am a Vermont Guardsman and have been for the past 17 years. I can only give my perspective. What I will say is that the people who supported the demand to withdraw from Iraq in these towns don't reflect the opinions of the troops who we have deployed and some who have returned. Our soldiers are proud of their service and did their duty. They are proud of what they have accomplished, both in Iraq and in Afghanistan. Last June I attended the funerals of three Guardsmen who were killed in action. Without exception all three families were proud of their loved one's service and sacrifice. All three families had met one another through the family support net program and attended the funeral services for their new found friends' loved ones, in spite of their own grief and pain. I learned to love and hate Toby Keith's "American Soldier" from those funerals. Each family had that song played during the services. That says an awful lot. That is also reflective of how most of the troops and their families feel. When the unit returned from theater last week, I know two, if not three, of the families of our fallen soldiers were there to greet their loved ones' comrades as the got off the jets at the return ceremony at the VTANG airbase. That was at 0500 and in the front end of a snow storm that day. That says an awful lot too.That brought forth comments like this one: I'm currently serving in Afghanistan and have run into a bunch of the "Green Mountain Boys" serving here with TF Pheonix. I'm glad to see them for many of them I've got a bond with from my college days at the "Military School of the Great White North", more commonly know as Norwich University. Be assured that the men and women of the Vermont Guard are living up to their reputation and taking the fight to the enemy. Not to mention they arrived just in time! It's going to be a bitter winter here in Afghanistan and they'll feel right at home (I kinda feel bad for the Florida Guard troops that are here).Which brings us to Veteran's Day, 2007: NORTHFIELD — An eight-member delegation of high-ranking Iraqi officials began to chuckle as they toured the Norwich University museum Thursday.A good hard jolt of reality can do that. Whether that awakening will ever occur in the United States is yet to be determined, the story included no comments from Vermont's al Qaeda support platoons - perhaps they aren't quite ready to abandon make believe Iraq. Meanwhile, Vermont's veterans of the real Iraq spoke out again: Vermont veterans said Al-Essawi's assessment served to vindicate their long deployments during tougher times.Vermont is probably much like the rest of America - a privileged class sheltered and protected by a warrior class it will never comprehend. Their fear that those warriors won't be there to shovel their roads and driveways for them if the snows fall too heavy is valid, they will have to find another way. But feigning concern for the lives and livelihood of their proletariat neighbors is neither helpful or convincing. As for that privileged class: we've won the war. We've won the war without them. We've won the war in spite of their best efforts to bring the troops home now. We've won, and it's time to abandon Iraq - at least, it's time for them to abandon make believe Iraq. They should have abandoned make-believe Iraq long ago. 4. Speaking of schools... NORTHFIELD — An eight-member delegation of high-ranking Iraqi officials began to chuckle as they toured the Norwich University museum Thursday.Back to the BBC: But there is no doubt that it has lost out massively in Baghdad.Also from Britain, The Observer: Packed classes hint at peace in battered IraqThey urge everyone to temper their enthusiasm, of course: "And yet, touring one of Baghdad's most violent districts last week, The Observer found ordinary Iraqis making a stand against the insurgents and death squads. Exhausted by grief, they appeared to have made the pragmatic choice that, however unwelcome the American occupiers might be, they still offer the least worst option when compared with suicide bombers and nihilism." But that's perhaps a last feeble grasp at clinging to some faint shred of make-believe Iraq, as later paragraphs in the same story make clear: One of the impressive men and women trying to bury the nightmare of the past four years is Khaled Nuge, head of the al-Gazaly school and its adjacent Shams al-Mahaba school, down a street of rubble, rubbish and fetid green pools in once affluent al-Hadar. Three months ago he was facing the closure of both schools, which have a combined capacity of 2,000 pupils but where attendance had fallen to 250 as pupils were kept at home or families fled. Today that number is 900 and climbing, partly thanks to Nuge's determination to keep the doors open.Of course, there isn't an election year looming in England. 5. Back in the Garden of Stones But I digress. So I'm walking to the gym. Under my feet: four inches of gravel pave the way. Concrete t-wall sections form unbroken fortress walls on either side of my path. It's early in the morning, so the shadow of the wall on my left is shading that half of the road. A breeze is blowing, and in the shade in the moments just after dawn that breeze hits me in my shorts and t-shirt and chills me just enough that I take a few steps sideways and into the sun. And then it hit me - I'd been walking in the shade because that's what I - and everyone else here - had done throughut the 120 degree summer and on into the merely 90 degree days of early fall. And while the change has been gradual, it was only today that I noticed it, as I broke a time-worn habit and passed from the too-cool shadows into the glowing warmth of the morning desert sun. And I'm whistling a tune... More to follow. Update: Posted by Greyhawk / November 14, 2007 10:19 AM | Permalink 17 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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Greyhawk, another great piece. As you say-"Back then politicians in the States were screaming hysterically about armor and how we didn't have enough, but their utter ignorance of conditions in the real Iraq meant they missed an even greater vulnerability."
Now I certainly agree that they are ignorant of the real Iraq but this is not what was and is motivating them to protest. It is their agenda to turn the people against the war, so that they can stay in or return to power. It is not about doing what is right for the country or for that matter the world. Instead , it is all about them and if a few thousand military personel die in the process, well too bad. Once again, in the words of John Stuart Mill-"The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."
Your blog is top quality and is helping win more than you know.
God Bless America!
Thank you for your personal contribution, sir, in theater as well as in cyber space. Maintaining sufficient public support on the home front to get to this point has been a lot tougher than it should have been, and without the efforts of you and the Mrs. and the many who seek to emulate you the quitters would have gotten their way.
So I'm walking to the gym. Under my feet: four inches of gravel pave the way. Concrete t-wall sections form unbroken fortress walls on either side of my path. It's early in the morning, so the shadow of the wall on my left is shading that half of the road. A breeze is blowing, and in the shade in the moments just after dawn that breeze hits me in my shorts and t-shirt and chills me just enough that I take a few steps sideways and into the sun.
Nothing profound to add, sir. Nothing at all.
Thank you again for your service. You and all your fellows. I also believe that the War is WON, but this type of conflict is harder to wrap up than most as many of the 'enemy' have already declared themselves dead and won't just give it up. So it will drag on for longer than it should. Hopefully at least its dragging on will allow the usual decayed suspects on the home front to well and truly use all that provided rope to good effect.
Another classic, Greyhawk. My heart lept when you called the war won those weeks ago. I am still too careful to go quite that far, but I grow increasingly convinced that you are right.
And I remember walking on gravel more clearly than anything else.
It is an attempt at firmness, controlling the uncontrollable. Every step shifts, there is more effort in every step, it wearies you the longer you walk on it.
But it does allow forward motion, however aggravating and tiring. It beats the alternative of Iraqi clay that can become muck at those rare times of rain. I suppose.
We who walked upon it will remember it always. I was happier to walk on honest asphault than any other physical experience, back home.
A fitting symbol of our service, our sacrifice, and yes, our victory in Iraq.
May God allow you and I and all our brothers and sisters in uniform to gather someday back home, and lift one (or two or three) to the gravel and the difficult tred.
Stay safe, Godspeed.
Right on. Today was also the first day I intentionally stepped out into the sun.
It was downright chilly this morning, actually.
This is very gratifying. Today, Harry Reid tables another bill for only enough funds through February, at which time funding for the troops will be revisited. Who's fighting on the cheap now?
Here and there, we've tried to counter arguments dismissing this progress, and claims that the U.S. forces and the surge had nothing to do with this upturn. Even in Anbar, they're reluctant to credit the Marines, and their nuanced but lethal approach to stopping the violence.
That approach is best evidenced by Mattis' early remark to Sunni tribal leaders: "I come in peace. I bring no artillery. But I'm pleading with you, with tears in my eyes, if you f*ck with me, I'll kill you all."
Counterinsurgency in three sentences.
(Mil Motivator)
someone needs to tell the Dems to take a few steps sideways and into the sun...
Thanks for another spectacular contribution to the understanding of the real Iraq
Stay safe, G.
Outstanding....as usual, Sir....Thanks again to you and Mrs G.
Mom called this morning and asked if I had read the "gazette" yet this morning. After reading your most recent posting, I thought about, just as I always do when reading your "ramblings," how much your writing is exactly like your conversations. In fact, I realized that when I read your thoughts, your voice is speaking them in my head. Then I thought about what gift it is to be able to hear your "voice" (even if it is just in my head) even though you are a world away. And I realized even more how much this means to Mom. So now I'm sitting here crying as I write this, because I realized that I don't tell you often enough how proud I am of you and everything you do and stand for, and how much we miss you and wish you could be here for Thanksgiving with the rest of the Greyhawk clan. I guess rambling runs in the family. Love, bigsis. P.S. Mom said she was baking cookies...
If the Sunni Arabs don't play ball,... American troops will still be needed to cope with the potential slaughter of Sunni Arabs.
I read this in the Strategy Page article posted somewhere above about the uncertainty prevailing as regards future Sunni intentions.
I must say that I profoundly disagree with this statement. I am all for a 'peaceful Iraq and a 'united' Iraq and an 'inclusive' Iraq. What I am NOT for is more Sunni STUPIDITY. My position in a few words is --- If the Sunnis screw up this last best chance because they are literally too stupid to live, I think the US should stand aside and let them lay in the bed they have tried so hard to make.
And I don't think I am alone in this thinking. There will be NO support for protecting the Sunnis if they refuse to recognise, internalise, and 'accept' the reality of the New Iraq.
They are not in charge now and they will not be in charge tomorrow. Never again will they be able to keep their boots on the throats of all the 'others'. If they can't settle for 'equality' they will get calamity.
Under no circumstances should even 1 American life, or 1 American dollar be spent trying to save them from themselves if they refuse to 'grow up'.
The real conclusion of this article would have been this message to the chauvinistic Sunni 'nationalists'. Get with the program. Get OUT. Or get DEAD.
Period.
Keep digressing, it seems to be working.
Cordially,
Uncle J
The Thunder Run has linked to this post in the - Web Reconnaissance for 11/140/2007 A short recon of what’s out there that might draw your attention, updated throughout the day...
One thing I kept wondering...
Isn't that gravel going to be dangerous if a mortar ever does hit it? Sand will absorb (lets hope) the blast, but isn't all that rock going to explode outward like buckshot? Shades of the WWII Italian compaign...
Matt K, in my experience that could happen but usually didn't. The gravel gets pushed around, thinner in places than others. I have heard of secondary injuries from gravel, but not many.
Most of the time, you'd be hard pressed to find evidence of mortar or rocket impacts. Most of the time, they left small holes but mostly scorch marks on asphalt, and only dark spots on Iraqi clay.
Our DFAC parking lot got hit, and you'd hardly know where the rounds actually struck. Same with our motor pool. The ground is way too hard packed and the explosion must orient more down than up and around. May be the nature of the mortar rounds and rockets in use in Iraq.
It may also be a function of guerilla type use of same versus heavy combat. Rarely do Iraqi "insurgents" or AQ mortar or rocket teams ever fire off anything but a few rounds or very short barrage. It would certainly be different in a more traditional combat situation, with lots more rounds and more repeat strikes.
Sustained mortar or rocket fire = grease stain in place of mortar/rocket team.
Just my experience.
Greyhawk, Thanks for your kind words for the Vermont troops once again. Lex pointed me over here today. These guys and their families are the truly the Salt of the Earth.
GreyEagleO6
Greyhawk,
I don't know who the heck you are, but I know I love you, man. Great writing, great ideas and point of view. If we had more people with an outlook like yours in DC, I marvel at what our government could enable this great country to accomplish as a force for good in the world and at home.
MattK,
Dadmanly is right about the mortars esp. The Iranian 107mms we've been getting lately do throw rock around a bit. You don't hear about many injuries from them, though. There are reasons for that, which I won't go into for OPSEC purposes; but it is something the military has considered and addressed in certain ways.