Drink The Kool-Aid


The Iraqi Information Minister has been drinking the special Kool-Aid again.  Even though Islam frowns upon liquor and drunkenness, the InfoMin has obviously been pounding it back. 

Today’s press conference said that the Iraqi Army has whacked the US Army upside the head and will turn the Saddam Airport into a graveyard for the US forces. If this strikes you as funny, as yesterday there were no US forces within 100 kms of Baghdad, now they’re at the airport, this can only be attributed to the special beverages the Iraqi InfoMin drinks.

Yes, the first victim of war is Truth, but there is that line between “positive”news, “spinned” news and out front “propaganda”.  InfoMin has crossed into the land of “fantasy” news, completely unconnected with reality, on a level with the National Enquirer and The Globe checkout line tabloids.

However, there was chilling moment of medical lucidity from InfoMin.  Paraphrasing: “We have an untraditional surprise tonight.  Not by military”.  This could mean anything. 

I am hoping it means all the ice-cream bicycle peddlers will flock to the Baghdad International Airport and offer Fudgsicles and Rainbow Popsicles to all the US troops, along with unconditional surrender.

I suspect that the massed Popsicle run will not happen.  There are a few horror scenarios that could play out. 

One, is calling for all troops and citizens to advance in line to the airport to overrun the airport with sheer mass:  Give you life for Saddam etc. 

Baghdad has a slightly bigger population than Metro Toronto.  As much as we would love to see all of Metro Toronto march into Lake Ontario line abreast and drown, it does pose some logistical and ethical problems when applied to Baghdad.  The first is how many bullets do the US actually have?  Can/would/should we fire on this type of attack?

Two, is lobbing chemical shells, en masse at the airport:  “We will make the airport your graveyard” etc.   

Three, is lob gas at the neighbourhood around the airport, killing thousands of their own civilians and then point the finger at the US troops, causing the masses to rise up and march on the airport.

Four, is radiological ordinance.  A dirty bomb.  Not a fission bomb, just a big-ass conventional bomb wrapped with nuclear waste products.  It can be done with something as simple as a five-ton truck, rented from Ryder, the Official Rental Truck of Nut Cases Worldwide. 

Take the Unlimited Insurance, fill the rental full of diesel and fertilizer then topped with any nuclear waste you’ve got hanging about, even from nuclear medicine, or research labs.  Get a dedicated loony to drive it into the airport too fast and the 3-7th Cav. will blow it up for you, scattering radioactive nuclear material all over the place. 

In each case though, the result is mass casualties and a dirty battlefield. That denies both sides the actual ground.  The US can’t stay there and the Iraqi Army can’t go there:  No one can go there, for days, weeks, or years depending on the bomb. 

There is also an ethical dilemma for the US.  Faced with a couple of million of people marching towards you, waving everything from AK-47’s to kitchen knives, do you just keep pulling the trigger until the crowd all falls down or the barrel of your gun melts? 

Can we, as a group, live with the guilt of CNN covering a mass attack, live?  I’ll vote yes, but very, very reluctantly.  It is too hideous to ponder at any length.  At least as hideous as seeing the airburst of a cloud of stuff that drops a bunch of our troops, gagging and clawing at their skin, puking in their gas masks and then lying very still.

Will any of these ghastly potentialities play out in the next 24 to 48 hours?  According to the InfoMin, yes it will.  How we react is now the question.  We know the US cannot and will not go nuclear, even if Iraq does. 

Will George W grit his teeth and invite Tommy Franks to “do what needs to be done”?  Will Tommy Franks unleash an old fashioned carpet bombing of anything that moves and fuck’em all but six for pall bearers?

Please no, but if that’s the call, then do it hard, fast and nasty.

Embedded And Impacted


The Grand Experiment of embedding journalists is now two weeks old.  Journalists are jammed in military units up to their eyebrows.  The journos have to supply their own vehicles and/or travel with the soldiers.  They eat MRE’s (Meals Ready to Eat, also know as Shit In A Bag) or chow at the military lines.  The journos usually wear blue police-style body armour, but some are in camouflage with Kevlar helmets and Go-fast goggles.  Odds are a few are carrying a sidearm, but are being discreet about it on camera. 

Part of the deal is you grab sleep when you can, meaning when the troops laager for the night.  Another part is you can only file and transmit when the military says go ahead and you are kindly instructed to keep your big mouth shut regarding where you are or what the boys and girls are going to do tomorrow.  Some of the embedded journos are looking rough, away from the makeup, lighting and grooming so important to modern television image.  Martin Savage and Ryan Chillcote from CNN both look like they’ve come through a two-week whiskey drunk, touring biker bars.

To my mind, embedding has worked reasonably well.  The footage from Walter Rogers and John Roberts, from CNN and CBS respectively, of Mechanized units racing across the desert live and in living dark green and light green, was spectacular.  Live war is astounding television, giving us a real-ish picture of what war kinda is.  Keep in mind that there are reality filters in place, but it is awfully close to unfiltered.

When (hopefully, only If) we see live blood and guts, then it is completely unfiltered and real.  With any luck most of the viewers will puke up their dinner, as the viewing of something like that is beyond the experience of almost all of us.  That is how we should react if we ever see something that.  Scream, puke, stare, pray.  Television with Visceral Impact.  Think along the lines of the feelings you felt when you saw the World Trade Center towers fall down.

Is the quality of the reporting suffering or being hindered by embedded journalists?  No more than it was with pool reporting, in the Gulf War Version 1.0.  In that show, the daily McNews Nugget was dutifully regurgitated back to the viewer, except for the first few nights when Shaw, Holliman and Arnett had the camera out the window of the hotel.  Today, we get the real goods.  If there is not much to see, there isn’t much to report.  If there is lots to see, there is lots to report. 

Spin doctoring, reality styling and information grooming is left to the analysts.  Please remember that “anal” is the first part of ”analysts”.  Not to suggest that they all speak out their assholes, but many do.  The retired military men who analyze this stuff are quite informed and almost all of the good ones have pointed out that any battle plan is merely a sketch of what might come down and that goes out the window as soon as the gunfire starts.  Now it is up to the feet on the street to figure out the rest. 

So far, the feet on the street are doing a good job:  Bad guys are being captured and killed.  Baghdad is taking an infrastructure ass-walloping without killing a whole lot of civilians.  Saddam Hussein is nowhere to be seen and his two sons Qusay and Bidet (or is that spelled Biday?) are staying low.  The Republican Guards are running towards the front lines to fight, probably chased by the Fedayeen Saddam who are being chased by the Special Republican Guard, who are being pursued by the Special Iraqi Secret Service.  Eventually they’ll all wind up at the front and pile into each other like the Marx Brothers chasing a car full of circus clowns, each group demanding the other fight first to demonstrate their loyalty.

Will there be another “Shock and Awe”?  Yes there will and very soon all the pieces will be in place.  Did General Tommy Franks have the exact date written down in the first draft of The Plan?  Who cares? 

Walter Cronkite had the best thought about it all:  Preserve as much information as you can for the historical record and worry about the analysis after it is all over.   

Gulf War Betty or Wilma


Since I am pig and make no apologies about it…here is the Gulf War Correspondent Betty or Wilma List from Google.com

Christine Amanpour:  Not even with Ari Fleischer’s

Lisa Rose Williams(?):  OK, but she’s got no hogans

Suzanne Malveaux:  Anyone with a last name of “Bad Veal” is deserving.  The 1942 hairstyle is a great touch, as long as she’s in garters.

Lisa Laflamme:  Only in desperation if you get hand cramps.

Paula Zahn:  Until my ears bleed and you smell burning rubber

Rym Brahimi:  Stack it with Lisa Rose Williams and I say ‘yeah..baby’

Victoria Clarke:  Only over the hood of a HUMMVEE wearing camouflage chaps

Candy Crowley:  Sure, why not?  Probably bounces like Silly Putty in a tile wall bathroom. 

Kelly Wallace:  Could be a fun weekend but needs tequila.

Mrs. S. Hussein:  Shock and Awe result when you find out she’s a guy.

As for those who are so utterly appalled by this posting, check today’s date please.

The Journalism Change


The mark where journalism changed was somewhere around 1969, after the US Presidential Election.  A third-rate burglary at the Watergate Office and Apartments that was interrupted by a security guard became the moment where it all went in another direction.

The reason I pick that point, is that in the follow-on Watergate inquiry and cover-up, journalists learned, lead by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein of the Washington Post, that the genteel relationship of Politician to Press was now over.  The telling scene was a press conference of a younger Dan Rather asking a pointed question of Richard Nixon that was half rant and half question.  Nixon asked if Rather was running for something.  Rather replied, “No, are you running from something?”  Nixon’s face turned the colour of a summer thunderstorm while the rest of the press just gasped:  Nobody in the media ever talked to the President that way. 

After Nixon did his last helicopter ride and the journalists were diagnosed with irritated rotator cuff injuries from patting themselves on the back so much, the media realized that asking pointed questions and always hunting for inconsistencies could bring down a President and a goodly chunk of the inner circle. 

I am not a Nixon apologist either.  Watching the whole Watergate thing unravel on TV, I became certain that Nixon was, to quote Hunter S. Thompson, “A cheap-jack hustler who needs his ass kicked and sprayed with Mace.”  But the die had been recast for journalists.

As of that moment, anything a public figure said was instantly considered a bald-faced, self-serving lie.  Every journo tried to get a statement that they could go and fact-check to death, uncovering every person or thing vaguely related to the public figure that might show the public figure was NOT telling the truth.  Even if the counterpoint person was a their 4th grade teacher or the house garbage showed they used Fleecy not Bounce.  Any tiny little inconsistency was a scandal, a -gate that could be worked to bring down the public figure, showering the journalist with the same heavenly light as Wood-Stein.  Or so the journalist hoped.

The reaction from public figures was predictable.  Only prepared statements that had been vetted by lawyers could be used.  Only pre-prepared sound bites could be mouthed that always left ‘wiggle’ room could fill the airwaves. 

As an example, ask a politician a question and the sound bite would be:  “Currently we have information that shows today is Monday in much of the world.”  A later question, of the same genre would elicit the answer of “Our estimation that today is Monday is under review at this time.  We will have a media release at 2 pm regarding the day of the week issue and a contact person in my office will keep you informed of developments.  Thank you.”

Plain speaking replaced with word dances:  The journalist trying for a Pulitzer on every question and story.  Everyone else not daring to speak like a human, for fear what they say getting twisted inside out.  Consequently nothing actually gets communicated. 

Harry S Truman, the US President, was known for “The Buck Stops Here”, meaning his chair was where decisions were made.  Truman is vilified by history for Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but on further examination, was probably the last real holder of the office.

Eisenhower was a parade float from D-Day and WWII who was never let near the press for fear he’d open his mouth.  Kennedy spoke purely in sound bites that made for snappy press clippings, while the press ignored him banging anything with an orifice. 

LBJ, privately, had some great lines, (“Gerry Ford couldn’t fart and chew gum at the same time..”) but had outhouse trolls like Robert McNamara micro-managing the Viet Nam war and filling LBJ’s mouth with things LBJ couldn’t pronounce and didn’t understand.

Nixon, well, we’ve been there.  Ford?  LBJ was right.  Carter might turn out to be one of the best since WWII, but the word dance shows in the classic line from the Playboy Interview:  “I have lusted in my heart…”, meaning: “If Roslyn every finds out I got me some when I was in the Navy, she’d take a nail gun to my ballsack at a Habitat for Humanity project.”

Regan was the Warner Brothers’ Animation Department’s finest hour; classic cel animation that was almost lifelike.  Chuck Jones did the drawing and Bob Clampett did the stories.  Ink and Paint were still done in America then, rather than farmed out to Korea like The Simpsons. 

Poppa Bush?  He was a photocopy of a fax of the fifth carbon copy of Regan.  The only one with Poppa who had a set was Colin Powell with the “First we cut off its’ head, then we kill it” comment from his days as Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Clinton could make you feel guilty just by listening to him.  Slick was a verbal trapeze artist so skilled, that he made the Flying Wallendas look like quadruple amputees dropped on a mat.

Dubya, despite his inability to say “Nuclear” (It’s New-KLEE-err, dammit…) which I can overlook because he was schooled in Texas, is the reason the “Axis of Evil” Drinking Game was invented.  He gets a line stuck in the brain case and milks it until it becomes a parody of irony, satirized.

For those who don’t know the “Axis of Evil” drinking game, you would to watch a press conference with Dubya on the tube and a bottle to Jack Daniels’ in your hand.  Every time he’d say “Axis of Evil”, you down a shot.  If you passed out before the conference was over, it was a great day.

As shown now, with the responses to journalists’ questions being even longer and more convoluted, we wind up learning nothing of note.  It becomes easier to just watch CNN with the sound off. 

See Big Flash on the Al-Jazeera feed of Downtown Baghdad and turn up the sound.  See Christinane Amanpour or Wolf Blitzer?  Turn down the sound.  See General Tommy Franks?  Sound off again.  See Ari Fleischer?  Wait until he frowns, then down another shot of Jack Daniels’. 

At this rate, you should wake up in 2005, around the May long weekend.

A Presser That Will Never Be


Watching the media circus on the tube today, specifically the Donald Rumsfeld and Ari Fleisher shows.  The ink-stained wretches of the domestic press pool have outdone themselves in asking less than brilliant questions.  Some of the gems of journalistic wisdom included “Why hasn’t the war ended sooner?” and “Did you underestimate the importance of the Fedayeen Saddam?”  I was half expecting a journalist to ask “Do you wet the bed?” of Ari Fleischer or “Is that really your hair?” of Donald Rumsfeld.

Journalists in the past 30 years have undergone a dumbing-down that is remarkable.  I’ve done reporting and its not a tough job.  Five W’s  Who, What, When, Where, Why and just to fill it out, How.  Ask those questions, write a lead that answers those questions, then expand on it.  A classic pyramid.  Do some research and check some facts.  Get two or more experts to back up the basic idea, or refute it and you’ve got a 2000 word op-ed or think piece.

In a press conference, with all the other meat puppets trying to ask questions, journalists have a brain fade and park their common sense at the door.  Ask Donald Rumsfeld if he underestimated the importance of the Fedayeen Saddam and he’s not going to answer “You know, I think you’re right.  We might of.  Dammit Tommy, why didn’t you think of that?”  Ask Ari Fleischer why the war isn’t already over, he’s not going to say it’s because of this, that, or the other.  The reason Rumsfeld or Fleischer aren’t going to give out the answer is simple:  The question is moronic.

So, as a demented public service, we’re going to give out what Rumsfeld and Fleisher would answer, if they were not so utterly appalled by the astounding vapidity of the questions:

Journo #1  “Did you underestimate the strategic importance of the Fedayeen Saddam?”

Rumsfeld:  No we didn’t.  We knew they had these loonies around.  We didn’t know that they were so disturbed as to shoot at us from behind a group of women and children.  We just figured they were run of the mill assholes with shitty attitudes and pickup trucks who would run off at the first sign of real guns.  Turns out they’re real head cases.  Could we predict that?  Hell no.  Nobody could.  But we’re shooting every one we can find, because that’s what you do with rabid animals.  If they want to do a suicide mission in a school bus full of dynamite, we’ll see to it they see Allah right smartly.

Journo #2  “Why hasn’t the war ended sooner?”

Fleischer:  Because Saddam Hussein isn’t dead yet.  We’ve got feet on the street trying to kill the little shit, but he keeps moving around a lot.  Consequently we have to bomb a lot of Iraq and shoot at all the nimrods that protect him.  If the Iraqi people, or his bodyguards would just strip Saddam naked, beat the shit out of him, and toss him out of a truck near one of our tanks, we’ll take it from there.  Until that point, we have to do it the hard way.  As to why, well, you best go to Baghdad and ask Saddam.  He can give up any time he likes.

Journo #3  “Is the President expressing an opinion regarding the Syrian situation that is a foreign policy initiative change vis-a-vis the Palestinian situation and the role of the Kurdish Homeland?”

Fleischer:  I have no idea what kind of question that was and I suspect you don’t either, except to use policy-wank jargon and string together as long a sentence as you can touching on things you either know nothing about, or was written for you by somebody else.  Our foreign policy has not changed regarding Syria, Kurdish Homelands, Turkey, Montana, Palestine or Israel.  If you are looking for minutiae that can be construed as some millimetric change in foreign policy, go stare at the waistband of your underwear for four hours.  Then try to write a simple declarative sentence that contains a question.  Asshole.

Journo #4  “Are we taking more casualties than were expected?”

Rumsfeld:  Trying to predict how many of our guys and gals are going to get killed in a war, is like trying to predict how many angels can dance on the head of a pin.  Or, on a pinhead like you.  As soon as the gunfire starts, all bets are off and all estimates become educated guesses.  We don’t want to send even one of our people home with so much as a hangnail or sunburn.  But the enemy has other ideas.  We train our people about as well as can be done, but when you play with guns and bombs, eventually someone is going to get killed.  We hate it and we try not to get our people killed.

Journo #5  “Will the missile attack on the Kuwaiti shopping mall change the focus of the war?”

Rumsfeld:  Yes, emphatically.  We were just goofing around up ’till then.  Now it’s serious when they try to blow up a Wal-Mart.  I’ve asked Colin to ready the nukes. 

Journo #6  “Does the President consider the relations with the coalition partners to be critical to the mission now facing the US”

Fleischer:  Yes he does.  If he didn’t, he would be an idiot, like you.  He’s the President and you’re some jackoff reporter with epoxied hair, faggy makeup and a cheap suit.  He keeps the coalition up to date on all the stuff we’re doing, maybe not the minute by minute shit, as we can all watch CNN, too, but the big strokes.  That’s the way they like it and the President likes it.

Rumsfeld:  That’s enough exposure to stupidity for one day…

Fleischer:  Fuck you, very much.  

Hearts And Minds


Can you win over a populace with water and lentils?  If the populace has no food or water, then you can at least win them over for the afternoon, as was amply demonstrated by some news footage of non-combatants.  The civilians were rushing across the bridge in a town in Iraq to get at the food and water that the Brits has brought up from Kuwait. 

One telling snippet was a military-age male civilian saying “US and Brits go away” as he stood in line for water and food.  At more or less the same time the crowd rushed the aid trucks and a supposed Iraqi militia opened fire over their heads, scattering everyone. 

I’m confused by this, as one would expect at least a modicum of thanks for the humanitarian aid, rather than some, as the Aussies call it, “stick’ about being in their country.  Sort of a passive-aggressive, “Thank you, now Fuck Off” Iraqi equivalent.  The gunfire from the Iraqi militia sent the punctuation to that message, of:  “We said, Fuck Off…Now!”

The Brits did the right thing, escorting the aid convoy away from the civilians.  If you told me that the civilians were told by the Iraqi militia to grab up as much stuff as you could and run it back here for the militia to use, I wouldn’t be surprised at all.  If that strikes you as truly dishonest (Feed me, water me, let me kill you later tonight while real civilians starve to death) then you haven’t got the full grasp of the situation.

There will be much gnashing of teeth and waving of righteous indignation fists from everyone from tree huggers and stream tasters to various peace groups and political agenda pushers.  These groups will read from the texts and you can essentially predict the lines.

Unfortunately, many of these groups choose to ignore, or overlook, or just can’t see the other side of the equation.  It is not the US and UK forces that are starving their citizens.  It is the Iraqi government, Saddam Hussein, who has systematically taken as much of the Oil for Food as he can get his mitts on to feed his guards and troops, while selling the rest on a self-perpetuating black market to raise money to build more palaces, bunkers and statues.  Note that very few of the senior Iraqi military people look like they have missed a meal in the last year or two.

The truly innocent civilians have been systematically starved by their own government in the past 20 years which explains their desperation for food and water.  The US and UK are trying to fix that, as best they can and there will be bumps in the road.  Soldiers throughout history have always shared their bread and water with the civilians, but never at the level that would satisfy those who observe from a comfy sofa after a full meal. 

Simply put, folks with nothing, will always help another with nothing, up to a point.  That point is when starvation sets in, the thirst becomes unbearable, or the children start to die.  Then humans give their loyalty to anyone who can end the pain in the next few minutes or hours.  You can counter this at the point of a gun, for a while, but not as long as you might think.

It is a heart-wrenching tragedy that civilians are being starved because of the war.  Just remember that for every bit of humanitarian aid we toss over the fence, most of it is going to the Iraqi people who do not need it, the military groups, while the really needy have to fight for the scraps.

Diplomats And Prisoners


The Iraqi Ambassador to the UN is calling the US and Britain a bunch of war criminals.  This is not the usual parliamentary language that one expects from such an august body as the United Nations.  The US Ambassador, John Negroponte, got up and walked out, which is UN-speak for ‘eat shit and die’.

Listening to the diplomats and the mouthpieces for both sides is like filling your head with white glue and foam packing beads.  Nobody has the stones to stand up and invite their opposite number to “come by the Rose Garden at the White House and keep drippin’ that bullshit for spring planting.”  The French, Russian and Germans are demanding that the US not be involved in setting up the new government in Iraq. 

I suspect the US doesn’t want to be involved in it either.  The US would just as soon finish up things and go home, as long as the essential problem, an insane dictator with nerve gas and maybe even nukes, isn’t driving the bus.  It’s costing the US and UK a ton of cash, every hour, to keep this tent up and they could really use the money at home. 

Unfortunately, the French, Russians and Germans are not the best choice to decide on what kind of new government should be set up.  The French have long Arabic roots as a colonial imperialist power.  Germany just wants to sell their industrial infrastructure.  Russia wants the oil and arms sales along with the French who want some of the rearming sales too.  The US and the UK are doing the noble thing, while the major whiners are just pissy that they got pulled off the money tit.

Speaking of the money tit, I have noticed that France, Germany and Russia have not been terribly vocal about humanitarian aid, or for that matter, forthcoming with planeloads or shiploads of humanitarian aid.  Could it be that humanitarian aid actually costs money while sucking on the money tit, only makes money? 

If they were so concerned about all the shocking things going on, then one would rationally expect those who are so concerned would do everything to help the innocent civilians with food and water.  Except that innocent civilians are dirt poor and can’t sign off on multi-billion dollar government contracts to rebuild the country, re-arm the military and buy huge infrastructure projects.

As for prisoners, I’m not impressed with either side.  The US has been holding a few hundred of truly vicious lunatics in Guantanamo Bay under very strict disciplinary rules that border on cruel.  But, by way of explanation, the GitMo Bay guys are hard-core Al-Qaeda crazies from Afghanistan who are, essentially, rabid and are trying to kill their captors with anything they can get their hands on, including pencils, toast or raisins.  The GitMo prisoners are being held very tightly because they have not demonstrated the common sense to give up.  Even a tomato seed has the sense to not try to grow on gravel. 

Conversely, the Iraqis are not setting their US prisoners up in the Baghdad Hilton either.  We don’t have any information on how battlefield prisoners in Iraq are being held by the US, but I suspect the Iraqi POW’s, are at the hands of the Evil US who insists that their prisoners eat good food, see doctors and get treated reasonably well.  Yes, the prisoners are behind barbed wire and have to wear flexi cuffs.  What the hell did you expect, we’d just toss them the the keys to a new Ford Focus and invite them to the Kuwait City Wal-Mart for a shopping spree and a makeover?

It’s a War, not a Kiwanis Club luncheon.

The Trap


We had an interesting discussion over dinner.  Is Baghdad one big trap for the US troops? 

Yes it is.  Saddam will let the US get to somewhere around 50 miles away from Baghdad, where the US supply lines are stretched out a bit thin. At the same time, Saddam, rather than defending a long line, is defending a short line, as encirclement makes the line of conflict smaller, putting more Iraqi troops in a smaller area.  At a certain point, Iraqi soldiers will be quite close to each other, physically. 

Based on the current disposition of troops, the Iraqi army can still fight like furies and potentially escape out the back of Baghdad, running away East towards Iran and the hills. 

Historically, this is like the Falaise Gap in WWII.  Patton and Montgomery had the German 5th Army caught in a bubble.  The Allies slaughtered thousands of German soldiers trying to escape through a five-mile gap in defenses south of the town of Falaise, held by the Canadian First Army.  It took two days, but we closed the Falaise Gap, catching more than 10,000 German prisoners in the pocket and killing an estimated 20,000 more.

So, how to pin down the Iraqi Army?  The 4th Mechanized has to come ashore in Turkey, unload their tanks, gas’em up and get rolling into the north of Iraq as fast as possible.  In the meantime, the airspace north and east of Baghdad should be full of aircraft.  Until you get feet on the sand, keep the escape route full of all kinds of exploding  iron. 

The doctrine for this is the Viet Nam era, Linebacker and Linebacker II campaigns, where the B-52’s ran around the the clock from as far away as Japan and Guam, pounding Ha Noi with good, dumb, cheap, effective, iron bombs.  If anything in Ha Noi moved during Linebacker, the US dropped lots of bombs on it, day or night for two weeks.

Do the same thing north and east of Baghdad until you can get troops in there to physically close the line.  It might take a week to twelve days for US troops to get there, but the idea is to have the Iraqi Army caught against the US troops on three sides. 

Their only escape route should be full of angry, well-armed pilots, aviators and helicopter gunfighters who can call up all kinds of bad for tanks, trucks, missiles and foot soldiers, like the Highway of Death in the first Gulf War.  This effectively closes the only escape for the Iraqi Army.  In that little pause that you give them, you can also fill in some gaps in your supply lines.

A sensible leader would then surrender.  An insane leader will invite a house to house fight.  Back our guys about three kilometers from the front lines and start bombing anything left standing in the city.  You can’t win a house to house fight, so make all the houses go away.  Stop every three days and ask ‘Enough?’.

This is going to get me in trouble, but stop screwing around with the humanitarian aid.  The logistical aim should only be keeping the front line supplied with gas, groceries and guns.  If we’ve got some slack time, we’ll do some humanitarian shipping, but frankly Scarlett, too damn bad until they surrender.

The Rules Of War


There are actual Rules of War.  Over hundreds of years, humans in conflict have come to a small set of commonly used rules.

Only people in uniform are fair game.  Civilians are just trying to get the hell out of the way.  Soldiers have informed acceptance of the risks and signify this by wearing uniforms and working in organized military units.

A white flag is a universal sign of either discussion or surrender on the battlefield.  If the folks waving the white flag are wearing helmets, webbing and carrying guns it means ‘Truce for a bit. We need to talk”  Folks waving a white flag without helmets, guns or armour are surrendering.  In the slang, you don’t surrender under steel.  Hats off, guns down and hands up means ‘I give up’.

Surrendering, properly, means you will probably get moved about by boot, fist and rifle butt for a bit.  This is normal, as the prisoner was trying to kill you up until a moment ago.  A bit of rough justice is to be expected.  This doesn’t mean your captors can hook a truck battery up to your nipples, or slice off your ear.  Torture is frowned upon, but expect a black eye and a boot in the ass.  As a prisoner of war, you get food, water, shelter and medical attention.  Don’t expect a suite at the Baghdad Hilton.

Red Cross and Red Crescent marks means “No guns or military stuff.  Just doctors, nurses and medics.  Don’t shoot.”

Unfortunately, in Korea and Viet Nam, the opposition tossed those rules into the toilet.  However, the US still plays by the Rules, as they are essentially nice people who respect fair play and expect fair play.  They go out of their way to respect the rules, even when their enemy doesn’t, which is noble and good and a great way to lose a war.

Now that the Iraqi Army is getting out of uniform and shooting from amongst civilians, using Red Cross and Red Crescent vehicles to move troops around and putting their artillery on top of schools and apartment buildings, the Rules are at risk.

I suspect that as the US troops get closer to Baghdad, Saddam will go for the endgame in about three days.  He’ll use chemical weapons, maybe nerve or mustard gas.  A few hundred US troops will die in a hideous, unimaginable way.

That point will also galvanize world opinion.  The US should fly one more leaflet run, advising all civilians to get away from anything military.  Give them 24 hours.

The next phase is unpleasant.  If it has a gun in Iraq, kill it.  If there is an artillery piece on top of an apartment, drop big bombs on it.  Lots of innocents will die, but the essential rule as a civilian, is to stay as far away from guns and army people, as possible. 

If the person is carrying a gun, even if they’re dressed like a June bride, shoot them. 

If there are machine guns in amongst a civilian group, start shooting.  Try not to hit the innocent, but if the soldiers are in civilian clothes and shooting at you, you are perfectly entitled to shoot back, even if they are driving around in a church school bus. 

Honourable soldiers do not mix with civilians and an honourable military allows their civilians to run to safety, away from battle.  Gunshots coming from a Red Cross truck?  Advise the Red Cross to get back behind the line, cover their ears and get their head down – shit is on the way.

Don’t accept the surrender of someone waving a white flag, unless they have dropped weapons, helmets off, body armour off, walking backwards, hands on the head.  Walk them backwards out of sight and don’t be standing up to ‘accept’ their surrender.  Odds are one of their buddies are using them as an aiming point and will just as happily kill you.  If they have to march backwards for two kilometers, that is not your problem.

The Iraqi Army is forcing the civilians to stay in an area with guns?  Too bad about that.  Perhaps the Iraqi people will see what we’re talking about and rise up.  We can’t help them if their army is going to offer them up as an involuntary human shield. 

The Iraqi Army is not playing by the rules of war.  Therefore, we can’t trust anyone in civilian clothes with a gun. 

Bombing schools, apartment buildings, power plants and bridges is now fair game, as the Iraqi Army has put guns on those things, trying to hide where they figure the US wouldn’t bomb them.  Oh, how wrong.

If it has a weapon, kill it.  If it hasn’t surrendered, kill it.  If it’s still driving around, or still working, destroy it.  If you don’t do that, the enemy will kill you with it.  A very black and white situation and very bad place to be, but the Rules of War are now over.  Ending the war quickly, with the least loss of life is the objective.

Gut Check


Its time for a gut check.  A gut check doesn’t mean peering up your orifice to see if you have intestines; it is more metaphysical in meaning as I use it here.  We’re seeing people killed from the US and Britain in number now.  We’re also seeing prisoners being taken on both sides and visuals of dead people and downed helicopters.

This is the reality of war and why warriors never want to go to war.  Human beings will be killed, maimed and captured.  Usually the injuries are of such a frightful nature that the most hideous car crash you have ever seen will, by comparison, look like a scraped knee.  That is the way that injuries occur in wars.

The gut check comes in for all of us.  We are going to see the cost of war, like the waging of war, up close in our living rooms.  It is an appalling, but necessary, price to realize our goal.  So, confirm your resolve, recognize the price and step up. 

If you can’t stomach it, you are not alone.  Except we are here now and we have to deal with it.  Troops on the ground deal with it every second of every day, while we can reach for the remote and turn it off.  They can’t.  Which is why they need our support.