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December 14, 2010

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"Don't call me Dick"

By Greyhawk

In one discussion about the tensions between Pakistan and India, Holbrooke introduced a new angle. "There's a global warming dimension of this struggle, Mr. President," he said.

His words baffled many in the room.

There are tens of thousands of Indian and Pakistani troops encamped on the glaciers in the Himalayas that feed the rivers into Pakistan and India, he said. "Their encampments are melting the glaciers very quickly." There's a chance that river valleys in Pakistan and perhaps even India could be flooded.

- Bob Woodward, Obama's Wars

Was he kidding? "He was not," Woodward reports, further explaining that Holbrooke was "trying as hard as he could to say something distinctive that would impress the president."

As absurd as it seems, while it wasn't a bulls-eye he was at least on target. The President outlined his priorities for the nation in a recent Rolling Stone interview: "It is inexcusable for any Democrat or progressive right now to stand on the sidelines in this midterm election," he told Jann Wenner (who described him as speaking "with intensity and passion, repeatedly stabbing the air with his finger"). "Everybody out there has to be thinking about what's at stake in this election and if they want to move forward over the next two years or six years or 10 years on key issues like climate change..." Global warming is an outdated term - banished as surely as global war on terror from the White House stylebook. While perhaps not considered as "out of it" as then-National Security Adviser Jim Jones, Richard Holbrooke never really fit in with the kewlest of the kewl kidz in the Obama administration.

But that election belongs to the past now, too - as does (sadly) Obama's first envoy to Afghanistan and Pakistan. "Richard Holbrooke dies: Veteran U.S. diplomat brokered Dayton peace accords," reads the headline over Rajiv Chandrasekaran's well-crafted memorial to the man in Woodward's own Washington Post.

Mr. Holbrooke's most significant achievement occurred in 1995, at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base outside Dayton, Ohio, when he forged a deal among bitter rivals to end three years of bloody sectarian war in the former Yugoslavia that killed an estimated 100,000 people.

The talks, which lasted 20 days, would not have taken place had he not spent three months shuttling among the principal Serbian, Croatian and Muslim leaders to cajole, arm-twist and threaten, while also employing the bone-jarring power of U.S.-led NATO airstrikes.

Perhaps that's a fitting epitaph for a man who died of a broken heart. It's certainly a testament to the persuasiveness of strategic bombing on modern nation-states lacking desirable natural resources and the ability to strike back. (Albeit a reminder that also raises the troubling questions where can you bomb stone age people back to, and why?)

That's a point with some bearing on his more recent challenges:

As Mr. Holbrooke was sedated for surgery, family members said, his final words were to his Pakistani surgeon: "You've got to stop this war in Afghanistan."
That task will also prove to be beyond the skills of that unfortunate surgeon, who's hardly unique in that regard.
Although the consequences of his forceful personality were laid bare in his efforts to stabilize Afghanistan and Pakistan, leading to tense disagreements with leaders of those nations and fellow U.S. officials, Mr. Holbrooke never stopped trying to address the insurgencies that threaten both countries.

Fine phrasing for a requiem. Perhaps - given the circumstances - few could have done the job better. While others in the current administration could certainly claim to be Holbrooke's equals, when it came to Afghanistan few exceeded his ability to identify problems and recognize the difficulty of solving them. Maybe his death will spare him any additional tarnish from the eternal phase two of such operations: the assigning of the blame - but given the history (and eye towards the future) of the individuals comprising this particular "team of rivals" it's wise to acknowledge the likelihood of the opposite effect.

An example of never stopped trying, from Woodward:

Holbrooke had just spoken with Biden, who was pessimistic and more convinced than ever that Afghanistan was a version of Vietnam. Holbrooke, in a bleak mood himself, asked if there was an Afghan example of "clear, hold, build and transfer" actually happening.

Not yet, McChrystal said.

Was there a way to actually have a transfer? Holbrooke inquired. For example, in the three-month-old Marja operation involving 15,000 U.S., British and Afghan troops, was there a way to take out, say, one U.S. company made up of just several hundred soldiers and transfer their responsibilities to the Afghans? "It would prove the concept," Holbrooke said. "It would prove we are not trapped."

"That's a good idea," McChrystal replied. He paused, and thought hard for a long time...

...and then said "no." Those who believe in building for results will always butt heads with those who appreciate the importance of fabrication for show. Not long after that conversation McChrystal was out by presidential decree, now Holbrooke's voice will also be unheard during the December review. (Though perhaps Obama's Envoy to Afghanistan and Pakistan, like Lt. Gen. Doug Lute, the Assistant to the President and Deputy National Security Advisor for Iraq and Afghanistan, had something prepared in advance. "Let's start building the scheduled strategic review," Woodward reports Lute told his team last May. "There's no reason to work the weekends in November... I can tell you what the outcome's going to look like.")

But to others the future seems less certain, and grim - so let's turn to the past, and happier times. The first example, from Chandrasekaran:

Soon after Hillary Clinton was elected to the Senate in 2000, Mr. Holbrooke became her self-appointed senior foreign policy adviser and, in the 2008 Democratic presidential primaries, he cast his lot with Clinton, hoping to become her secretary of state. When she lost the nomination, he sought to ingratiate himself with Obama's camp. But when Clinton got the job he wanted, she turned to him to help resolve one of Obama's most intractable problems.
The next, from Woodward:

Shortly after being appointed special representative for Afghanistan and Pakistan, Holbrooke phoned Husain Haqqani, a casual acquaintance and the Pakistani ambassador to the U.S. since since 2008. He invited him to lunch and was prepared to negotiate on the restaurant.

"I believe you are very media-savvy," Holbrooke said. "You and I should have lunch somewhere public so it gets reported in the newspaper, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Haqqani said.

What about the Hay-Adams Hotel across from the White House?
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The northern view from the Hay-Adams Hotel second-floor dining room looks across Lafayette Square to the White House gates. In a touch of discretion, the elegant tables are spaced so that eavesdropping is nearly impossible. The Hay-Adams, as advertised, is a place to be seen, not heard...

The lunch ended after two hours. Holbrooke's strength, Haqqani realized, was his fierce and desperate desire to succeed. It wasn't clear to Haqqani who his primary contact would be on U.S. foreign policy toward Pakistan.

Yet Holbrooke had failed in one of his first missions - to get his tête-à-tête with Haqqani into the media. No journalists, bloggers or gossips reported on their lunch. Apparently, no one had noticed.

Perhaps it's late, but the least I can do is put that account into a blog post now. Likewise, this simple request seems easy enough to respect:

It wasn't until well into the Obama presidency that Holbrooke learned definitively how much the president didn't care for him. When the president had announced Holbrooke's appointment a couple of days into the administration, the two had a private moment.

"Mr. President, I want to ask you one favor," Holbrooke had said, expressing gratitude for the highly visible assignment. 'Would you do me the great favor of calling me Richard, for my wife's sake?" It was her preference. She disliked the name "Dick," which the president had been using.

At the ceremony, Obama referred to Holbrooke as "Richard." But later, the president told others that he found the request highly unusual and even strange.

"Holbrooke was horrified," Woodward recounts, "when he learned that his request - which he had repeated to no one - had been circulated by the president."

Still, compared to the man's last request, that seems simple enough to grant.

Postscript: updated official government version of Holbrooke's last words here and here. I guess his family's version got someone upset.



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I deeply regret his passing at what is a relatively young age, and of course for his family. However, he has long been at or near the top of the people involved in this who should be replaced. He was both in over his head, and crippled with the same mindset of many others from the Vietnam era.

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November 26, 2010


America@war
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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 shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"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.

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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:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

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...)




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Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004