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COSTS OF WAR IN IRAQ

 
 
chiczaira
 
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Reply Thu 23 Jun, 2005 10:26 pm
Thank you, Intrepid for your help. Yes, I do know the rule--i before e except after c ,but I must tell you, however, that I was just upbraided on another thread by one of the left wingers with regard to my obsession with spelling.

I must insist that my mispelling of "mischief" may indeed be a typo, however, your misuse of "ephemeral" cannot be anything but a misunderstanding of the meaning of the word. You know now, of course, that something that is repeated, as my ideas are in some of my posts, cannot be labeled "ephemeral"

Thank you. sir!!!
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Intrepid
 
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Reply Thu 23 Jun, 2005 10:29 pm
obseesion?
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Anonymouse
 
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Reply Thu 23 Jun, 2005 11:18 pm
parados wrote:
Anonymouse wrote:

I always wonder what gets into peoples heads. This whole war on terror, and the War in Iraq which is an extension of that, is not winnable. You do not declare war on a tactic - terror.


Since the war on terror is unwinnable, it leads us to the idea that our only hope is to reduce terror to the point where we can live with it. So far we have seen anyone that makes a statement about reducing terror to the point where we can live without fear or reducing it to the point it becomes a policing issue being excoriated for being unreasonable and on the side of the terrorists.

The reality is we will always have the Osama Bin Ladens, the Eric Rudolphs, the Timothy McVeighs. The key is to prevent them from becoming a movement. That is the only thing we can really fight.


Thank you for your response, however I still do not see the logic in declaring war on terror; a tactic which everyone has employed throughout history, even the United States. Conventional warfare against guerilla forces has rarely proven successful and one can handpick only a few examples of where it was successful. But beyond that, if history is a lesson to be learned from, it has shown that conventional armies and governments always underestimate the non traditional foe, and they always lose.

Your statement about living without fear, or reducing it is an interesting one. Do you suppose the Iraqis want to live without fear of bombs and war that has devastated their country? We are not the only ones who want to live without fear and/or minimal threats. At just what point does terrorism become tolerable where we can "live with it". Is there some measuring stick where we can measure it by? In fact, we have always been living with terror and before it was brought to the public consciousness with the vague "War on Terror". It's only after it was described as a "problem" that we began to make such qualitative statements. Unemployment existed without ever being a problem until the progressive movement which then saw government expanding to combat the 'problem". Previously it was just part of society and it is still with us today.

Regards.
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chiczaira
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jun, 2005 01:14 am
What in the blazes does Obseesion mean, Intrepid?
Are you losing it altgether?
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goodfielder
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jun, 2005 03:48 am
Obseesion is a Calvin Klein knock-off, it's how you tell it from the real thing Very Happy
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Intrepid
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jun, 2005 06:04 am
chiczaira wrote:
What in the blazes does Obseesion mean, Intrepid?
Are you losing it altgether?


It was your word chici. Anybody can see that you edited the post to correct your usual poor spelling. Just raise your little hand if you need any help with your English.

BTW it is not altgether as you wrote... it is altogether
Rolling Eyes
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Cycloptichorn
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jun, 2005 09:11 am
Yaknow, this, to me, is the REAL cost of war in Iraq.

http://69.31.93.170/main.cfm?actionId=globalShowStaticContent&screenKey=userShowStories&userID=99425

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My Nightmare
It was still dark. I got dressed in that darkness. When I was ready I grabbed an MRE (meal ready to eat) and got in the truck. I was going to go line it up in preparation for the raid we were about to go on. The targets were three houses where RPG attacks had come from a few days prior. Sitting there in that darkness listening to the briefing on how we were to execute the mission, I let my mind wander from the briefing and said a prayer. "Just one more day God. Let me live one more day and we will go from there..." It was the same prayer I said every day because every day I did the same thing. I left the base. With a small team I would go out each day on different missions. I was their translator. There were different people to meet each day. There were some who would kill you if they could. They would look at you and you could see the hate in their eyes. I also met with people who would have given me everything they owned. People who were so thankful for us because we had rid them of Saddam. Well, this day was not really much different from all those other days so far. After the briefing we all got into our assigned seats and convoyed out to the raid site. I was to go in directly after the military police who would clear the building. The raid began without a hitch. Inside one of the courtyards of one of the houses talking to an Iraqi woman (checking to see if her story correlated with what the detained men had said) I heard gunfire. It was automatic gunfire. Ducking next to the stone wall I yelled at the woman to get inside her house, and when the gunfire stopped I peaked my head around the front gate. I saw a soldier amongst the others who were pulling rear security by our vehicles. This soldier I saw was still aiming his
M249 (a fully automatic belt fed machine gun) at a black truck off in the distance. His was the weapon I had heard. I ran up near his position and overheard the Captain in charge of the raid asking what had happened and why had this soldier opened fire. The soldier kept his weapon aimed and answered that he was sure he had seen a man holding an AK-47 in the back of the black truck. I was amongst the four (along with the soldier who had fired on the black truck) who had been selected to go and see what was up with that truck. We were out
of breath when we got to the gun-truck (a HUMMWV with a .50 caliber machine gun on it's roof). There was a group of four Iraqis walking towards us from the black truck. They were carrying a body. When I saw this I ran forward and began to speak (in Arabic) to the man holding the body but I couldn't say a word. There right in front of me in the arms of one of the men I saw a small boy (no more than 3 years old). His head was cocked back at the wrong angle and there was blood. So much blood. How could all that blood be from that small boy? I heard crying too. All of the Iraqi men standing there were crying and sobbing and asking me WHY? Someone behind me started screaming for a medic, it was the young soldier (around my age) who had fired his weapon. He screamed and screamed for a medic until his voice was horse and a medic came just to tell us what I already knew. The boy was dead. I was so numb. I stood there looking at that little child, someone's child (just like mine) and seeing how red the
clean white shirt of the man holding the boy was turning. It was then
that I realized that I had been speaking to them. Speaking in a voice that sounded so very far away. I heard my voice telling them (in Arabic) how sorry we were. My mouth was saying this but all my mind could focus on was the hole in the child's head. The white shirt covered in bright red blood. Every color was so bright. There were other colors too. The glistening white pieces of the child's skull still splattered on that so very white shirt. I couldn't stop looking at them even as I continued telling them how sorry we were. I can still see it all to this very day. The raid was over there were no weapons to be found and we had accomplished nothing except killing a child of some unknowing mother. Not wanting to leave yet, I stayed as long as I could, talking to the man holding the child. I couldn't leave because I needed to know who they were. I wanted to remember. The man was the brother of the child's father. He was the boy's uncle, and he was watching him for his father who had gone to the market. They were carpenters and the soldier who had fired upon the truck had seen someone holding a piece of wood and standing in the truck bed. Before I left to go back to our base I saw the young soldier who had killed the boy. His eyes were unfocused and he was just standing there, staring off into the distance. My hand went to my canteen and I took a drink of water. That soldier looked so lost, so I offered him a drink from my canteen. In a horse voice he quietly thanked me and then gave me such a thankful look. Like I had given him gold. Later that day those of us who had been selected to go inspect the black truck were filling reports out about what we had witnessed for the investigation. The Captain who had led the raid entered the room we were in and you could see that he was angry. He said, "Well this is just great! Now we have to go and give that family bags of money to shut them up..." I wanted to kill him. I sat there trembling with my rage. Some family had just lost their beautiful baby boy and this man, this COMMISSIONED OFFICER in the United States Army is worried about trying to pay off the family's grief and sorrow. He must not have been a father, otherwise he would know that money doesn't even come close... I wanted to use my bare
hands to kill him, but instead I just sat there and waited until the investigating officer called me into his office. To this day I still think about that raid, that family, that boy. I wonder if they are making attacks on us now. I would be. If someone took the life of my son or my daughter nothing other than my own death would stop me from killing that person. I still cry too. I cry when the memory hits me.
I cry when I think of how very far away I am from my family who needs me. I am not there just like the boy's father wasn't there. I pray every day for my family's safety and just with that I was with them. I have served my time, I have my nightmares, I have enough blood on my hands. My contract with the Army has been involuntarily extended. I am not asking for medicine to help with the nightmares or for anything else, only that the Army would have held true to the contract I signed and let me be a father, a husband, a daddy again.

Signed,

Sgt Zachary Scott-Singley

visit my blog about Iraq at:
http://www.misoldierthoughts.blogspot.com


Cycloptichorn
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parados
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jun, 2005 10:14 am
Anonymouse wrote:
parados wrote:
Anonymouse wrote:

I always wonder what gets into peoples heads. This whole war on terror, and the War in Iraq which is an extension of that, is not winnable. You do not declare war on a tactic - terror.


Since the war on terror is unwinnable, it leads us to the idea that our only hope is to reduce terror to the point where we can live with it. So far we have seen anyone that makes a statement about reducing terror to the point where we can live without fear or reducing it to the point it becomes a policing issue being excoriated for being unreasonable and on the side of the terrorists.

The reality is we will always have the Osama Bin Ladens, the Eric Rudolphs, the Timothy McVeighs. The key is to prevent them from becoming a movement. That is the only thing we can really fight.


Thank you for your response, however I still do not see the logic in declaring war on terror; a tactic which everyone has employed throughout history, even the United States. Conventional warfare against guerilla forces has rarely proven successful and one can handpick only a few examples of where it was successful. But beyond that, if history is a lesson to be learned from, it has shown that conventional armies and governments always underestimate the non traditional foe, and they always lose.

Your statement about living without fear, or reducing it is an interesting one. Do you suppose the Iraqis want to live without fear of bombs and war that has devastated their country? We are not the only ones who want to live without fear and/or minimal threats. At just what point does terrorism become tolerable where we can "live with it". Is there some measuring stick where we can measure it by? In fact, we have always been living with terror and before it was brought to the public consciousness with the vague "War on Terror". It's only after it was described as a "problem" that we began to make such qualitative statements. Unemployment existed without ever being a problem until the progressive movement which then saw government expanding to combat the 'problem". Previously it was just part of society and it is still with us today.

Regards.


Let me expand on my thoughts a little bit. The fight against terror can't be won militarily because people can act on their own ie Rudolph and McVeigh. It is only when someone like Bin Laden is allowed to amass a large following that the military even becomes an option. That means we need to fight it by trying to ascertain and eliminate the causes. "war" is the wrong word. In this case it elicites images of soldiers rather than the use of the term in the "war on poverty" or the "war on drugs" where it is a concerted effort rather than a military action.

In fact the use of military in Iraq seems to have the opposite effect on terrorism. It increased the number of incidents and the number of people willing to commit terrorism.

"living with it" was not meant to apply only to the US. It should apply to the entire world. As to how to quantify it? That is not an easy answer. As we both agree, we will always have it in some form or another. I think there is a difference between an organized group carrying out acts and the act of a small isolated group. Oklahoma City was an horrific act but we all went on with our lives pretty much unconcerned about it being repeated because the perpetrators were a small group that was caught. The Unabomber acted for years but it didn't affect our lives because he was known to be a single person. Where it hit home for the US was on 9/11 when we saw that a group of thousands was targetting us. This shows a blindness of US citizens. We usually ignore the groups through out the world that have committed such acts against other countries. Rebel groups in many South and Latin American countries, the red Brigade in Italy, the seperatists in Indonisia, etc. Living with it means it is isolated and doesn't consume our lives in thoughts or dollars.
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