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Lost in a Masquerade
December 9, 2004
By MAUREEN DOWD
WASHINGTON
Hoooo-rah! Rummy finally got called on the carpet.
Not by the president, of course, but by troops fighting in Iraq.
Some of them are finally fed up enough to rumble about his
back-door draft and failure to provide them with the proper
armor for their Humvees, leaving them scrambling to
improvise with what they call "hillbilly armor."
The defense secretary had been expected to go to Iraq on
this trip but spent the day greeting troops in Kuwait
instead. Even though Pentagon officials insist that
security wasn't an issue, I bet they had to be worried not
to travel the extra 40 miles to Iraq.
Rummy met with troops at Camp Buehring, named for Chad
Buehring, an Army colonel who died last year when
insurgents in Baghdad launched a rocket-propelled grenade
into Al Rasheed, a Green Zone hotel once frequented by
Western journalists and administration officials that is
still closed to guests because - despite all the
president's sunny bromides about resolutely prevailing -
security in Iraq is relentlessly deteriorating.
As Joe Biden told Aaron Brown of CNN about his visit to
Falluja, "They got the biggest hornets' nest, but the
hornets have gone up and set up nests other places." He
said that a general had run up to him as he was getting
into his helicopter to confide, "Senator, anybody who tells
you we don't need forces here is a G.D. liar."
Rummy, however, did not hesitate to give the back of his
hand to soldiers about to go risk their lives someplace he
didn't trouble to go.
He treated Thomas Wilson - the gutsy guardsman from
Tennessee who asked why soldiers had "to dig through local
landfills for pieces of scrap metal and compromised
ballistic glass to up-armor our vehicles, and why don't we
have those resources readily available to us?" - as if he
were a pesky Pentagon reporter. The defense chief used the
same coldly cantankerous tone and squint he displays in
press briefings, an attitude that long ago wore thin. He
did everything but slap the kid in the hospital bed.
In one of his glib "Nothing's perfect," "Freedom's untidy"
and "Stuff happens" maxims, Rummy told the soldier: "As you
know, you go to war with the Army you have."
It wouldn't make a good Army slogan, and it was a lousy
answer, especially when our kids are getting blown up every
day in a war ginned up on administration lies. Remember
when the president promised in the campaign that the troops
would have all the body armor they needed?
These young men and women went to Iraq believing the pap
they were told: they'd have a brief battle, chocolate,
flowers, gratitude. Instead, they were thrust into a
prolonged and savage insurgent war without the troop levels
or armor they needed because the Pentagon's neocons had
made plans based on their spin - that turning Iraq into a
democracy would be a cakewalk. And because Rummy wanted to
make his mark by experimenting with a lean, slimmed-down
force. And because Rummy kept nattering on about a few
"dead-enders," never acknowledging the true force, or true
nationalist fervor, of the opposition.
The dreams of Rummy and the neocons were bound to collide.
But it's immoral to trap our troops in a guerrilla war
without essential, lifesaving support and matériel just so
a bunch of officials who have never been in a war can test
their theories.
How did this dangerous chucklehead keep his job? He must
have argued that because of the president's re-election
campaign, the military was constrained from doing what it
is trained to do, to flatten Falluja and other insurgent
strongholds. He must have told W. he deserved a chance to
try again after the election.
He had a willing audience. W. likes officials who feed him
swaggering fictions instead of uncomfortable facts.
The president loves dressing up to play soldier. To rally
Camp Pendleton marines facing extended deployments in Iraq,
he got gussied up in an Ike D-Day-style jacket, with
epaulets and a big presidential seal on one lapel and his
name and "Commander in Chief" on the other.
When he really had a chance to put on a uniform and go
someplace where the enemy was invisible and there was no
exit strategy and our government was not leveling with us
about how bad it was, W. wasn't so high on the idea. But
now that it's just a masquerade - giving a morale boost to
troops heading off someplace where the enemy's invisible
and there's no exit strategy and the government's not
leveling with us about how bad it is - hey, man, it's cool.
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Our soldiers can only handle so much respect from this administration. I hope none of you are sending your loved ones to Iraq or Afghanistan. Our son is talking about going back into the US Air Force.