22. March 2005 · Comments Off on Book Review: Delta Force/Operation Michael’s Sword · Categories: General, GWOT, Military

I had gone nearly halfway through this book, thinking that one of the “friendly fire” encounters as described and upon which the plot turns, was grotesquely contrived, terribly unlikely…. And then there was the incident at a checkpoint near the Baghdad Airport, where a car with a freed hostage and an Italian special agent was fired on by American troops, under circumstances so murky and uncertain that we may never know why it all happened the way it did. Only that there are deep-laid plans, an impenetrable veil of secrecy, and taking the fight to an elusive and vicious enemy were all mixed up in it, and after the real-world tragedy, the fictional one seemed, sadly, much more believable.

The story opens on the morning of September 11, 2001, with Army officer Connor Tyler on a flight departing New York, looking out the window by his seat— and watching the first hijacked aircraft smash into the World Trade Center. Tyler knows at once that something horrible has happened, that in an instant everything has changed, and events will soon cascade, faster and faster. At the Pentagon that morning after a third aircraft smashes into the outside ring, Tylers’ boss, Major Spangler, is the man on his feet and on the spot with a long-prepared, deep-laid plan to take the war to the terrorists… and thereby hangs the rest of the book. It is the first of a projected series, so the story arc is a little more taken up with establishing the characters, the situation and the ground rules than with the title mission itself… which is to go after Bin Laden and Al Quada with a specially selected and trained counter-terrorist force. Spangler has the go-ahead from the highest level to tap whatever resources he needs, and build a unit which will take America’s war with terrorists where it needs to go. Spangler recruits, among others, Gunnery Sgt. Robert Night Runner from the Marine Recon Force, and Capt. Ramsey Baker out of Delta Force and Connor Tyler himself.

In a way, this is the kind of story which was told in the war movies of the 2nd World War, telling is what the war was about, what was happening (sort of) at the front, and what we would have to do, who our heroes were, and what we valued. This story, written by an Army veteran goes a little farther than those movies, or other military genre adventures do. It touches not on just the physical risks and dangers of a life lived at full-throttle at the tip of America’s military sword, but on those other, subtler hazards; wrecked marriages, loss of a lover, of one’s self-respect, of self-confidence, of comrades, the fall-out from bad decisions, and finally, the very real risk of slipping over the line and becoming the terrorist, the monster you are fighting against.

Baker, a fluent Arabic linguist— and of whom it can be said if it weren’t for bad luck he would have no luck at all— is sent by an elaborate scheme to the camp of an Afghan warlord who may—or may not be a Bin Laden ally. It is Baker’s advantage in this war, and his misfortune, as well, that he does not look in the least like what he really is. Meanwhile, Tyler screens and trains the teams that will go into Afghanistan and hunt down Bin Laden, training that so rigorous and realistic that it is only a hair less hazardous than the actual mission will eventually be.

Mr. Harriman writes a gripping and credible yarn, drawing on many years of military service, with an acute ear for the way that soldiers and military commanders talk, to each other and to the troops.

Later note: Part 3 of Mr. Harriman’s “Warrior to Warrior” is here.

16. March 2005 · Comments Off on Can I Call It, or Can I Call It? · Categories: General, GWOT, Iraq

A week ago Monday I wrote in this entry, about the Sgrena/Calipari/Roadblock incident: The blow-back from this may very well include Italy stepping down from the coalition; ironically, just when it seems that a tipping point has been reached with successful elections, when the war is over and the mopping up and rebuilding is getting well underway. This morning, on NPR, Sylvia Poggoli was reporting on how internal political considerations were forcing Berlusconi to look for an exit strategy for Italian troops in Iraq.
Sometimes I almost scare myself with my own predictions…

14. March 2005 · Comments Off on Whose Truth? · Categories: General, GWOT, Media Matters Not

This story appeared Sunday in the San Antonio Express News. I sent an e-mail this morning to the writer, Sig Christenson, who is (to give him credit) not entirely clueless about the military, since he served as an embedded reporter. Does he know about milblogs? Time will tell, time will tell…
My response is as follows;

So, whose truth really is true, when what appears on the TV news (or in newspapers) is either the “work of Uncle Sam, not journalists…”

Frankly at this point I am not at all enamored with the recent output of those anointed by custom as “journalists” by the mainstream media outlets, seeing that that group would include Peter Arnett (of the poison gas/Special Forces fiasco), Dan Rather (of the “fake-but-accurate-memos), Eason Jordan (who soft-pedaled atrocities by Saddam Hussein in order to keep the CNN bureau in Baghdad, and has accused the US Forces of deliberately targeting journalists) and the egregious Sy Hersh, who is still going around with heart-rending tales of US forces casually committing atrocities. Main stream media is after all the ones who bought off on John Kerry being a true Vietnam War hero when all the veterans that I know (and a lot of the active-duty folks as well) despised him with a passion that made them practically incoherent with rage. Main stream media is propping up the bar at the Hotel Palestine, interviewing the maitre d and their interpreter, singing the song that Iraq is a quagmire… and get blindsided by the election turnout. Main stream media is putting video of staged car-bombings on the front page, or the nightly news, and never getting around to the dull stuff like fixing sewers and rebuilding schools, and setting up local city councils. “If it bleeds, it leads”, but it is damn lazy journalism, and in Iraq it’s a disservice amounting to malpractice. Lets just say there is a bit of a credibility problem, at present, and a bias that makes the DOD version of news (not to mention what is available on the various milblogs) look pretty good in comparison.

By the way, the DOD has had in-house journalists, via AFRTS, base newspapers, and video feature programs like Air Force Now, and combat videographers for decades. They generally have a pretty good idea about what is news, and how to put together zippy, attractive and informative features, sticking to the good old who, where, when, why and how. Dismissing all that as merely the “work of Uncle Sam, not journalists” is a little bit insulting to all of us who did news features, stories, newscasts and all— especially if it gave some of us the experience to move on to civilian media afterwards.

If stations want to use whatever materiel is spoon-fed to them to fill up the news block, at least they ought to give credit, where credit is due, and not give the impression that their own news crew was Johnny on the Spot. That is where the deceit lies, not in the DOD making what they have been doing for years available to anyone who wants it. And looking on the bright side— at least the military media will get things like service and ranks correct, which cannot always be counted on.

I worked for 20 years in AFRTS and in Combat Camera, and have spent the last three years contributing to a military oriented weblog, The Daily Brief (www.sgtstryker.com), which according to our chief engineers, racks up 32,000 to 35,000 unique viewers monthly. We feature essays, commentary and links on popular culture, the military, politics and the war. Does that make us journalists? I’ll get back to you on that.

“Sgt Mom”, USAF, Ret

11. March 2005 · Comments Off on We Are the War: Part 2 · Categories: General, GWOT

Part two of John Harriman’s letter is here.
(Mr. Harriman has very generously sent me a copy of his latest book, and I am halfway through it: review to follow)

11. March 2005 · Comments Off on The Crucible · Categories: General, GWOT

Some years ago, the news program “48 Hours”— whose main news hook is to roll the cameras on something interesting for a solid 2 days— followed a training company of female Marine recruits completing the “crucible”, the two-day exercise/ordeal that is the final exam for basic training in the US Marine Corps. I taped that program, as Blondie had just competed basic. By odd coincidence, her training company was doing the crucible at the same time as the company that “48 Hours” focused upon. She actually appears very briefly in the program, distinguished only by her name on the back of her helmet, in a shot of her company marching by. She fell out for the crucible on barely-healed stress fractures, and shot full of antibiotics for an infected insect bite, but insisted afterwards that she had actually rather enjoyed it, for the challenge of being able to use everything she had been taught at Parris Island, to think instead of merely do as ordered.

The program made it clear the crucible was anything but a gentle amble through the woods and obstacle courses, but a 48 hour test of endurance, on two meals and a little sleep, concluding with a grueling night-march back to base from the training area, arriving just as the sun comes up. The video of the last, long slog was particularly touching: exhausted young women, marching along, fueled by their last few shreds of energy. Some of them are visibly failing, field packs and other gear dragging at their shoulders, barely stumbling along; the only thing keeping them on their blistered feet and moving forward being the knowledge they are nearly to the end, that and the whispered encouragement of their friends around them. In one touching shot, a trainee reaches back, and is holding the hand of the woman in the rank directly behind her. One knows that that silent, encouraging hand-clasp is keeping both of them going, that and their own grim determination to become Marines.

It has struck me in the last few weeks that the latest round of suicide bombings and assassinations in Iraq may also constitute a crucible of sorts, especially those happening after the elections. The deaths are horrifying, senseless; deaths of bystanders in the street, in a bakery, of a newscaster, of Iraqi army recruits and police cadets, politicians and clerics, and people are rightfully frightened, and angered by violence dished out by the bitter-end Baathists and the foreign jihadists, and common criminals. Frightened and angry… but not cowed. They put on their best clothes and voted anyway, in spite of threats. They are stepping forward to take charge, to take the place of murdered policemen, informing on insurgents hiding in their neighborhood, and saying “enough”; creating an identity for themselves by standing in opposition to the terror.

Shia, Sunni, Kurd, devout or secular matter less than simply being an Iraqi, or so I read over and over in stories about the election and the political dickering afterwards. It is as if a national identity is being forged, right in front of our eyes, that every blow pounds a harder, finer and more flexible edge on the steel. Out of adversity, danger and horrors which are shared by all may be built a stronger, more determined and truly democratic Iraq. Both the Baathists and al Quaida wanted to create a strong Islamic state in the Middle East, and they may have done it in Iraq… but not quite in the way they were expecting.

07. March 2005 · Comments Off on Memo: On A Dangerous Road, in the Dark · Categories: General, GWOT, Media Matters Not

From: Sgt Mom
To: All in Group
Re: American Gunfire and Italian “journalist”*

1. If anything at all, this is a perfect demonstration of the old axiom about a lie being half-way around the world while the truth is still getting it’s boots on: About the only fact of which I can be certain of at this point is that Nicola Calipari is dead, and that this will have repercussions up to the international level, but not, I think, in the way that Ms Sgrena and her comrades are expecting. Although she has been driving the story, and the news momentum has been heading in the direction most favorable to those perpetuating the meme of “brutal, trigger-happy cowboys wantonly slaughtering brave journalists and other sensitive, peace-loving Europeans”, the hard questions have only begin to be asked, let alone answered satisfactorily. It is easy enough for Ms Sgrena to tell a story, to elaborate on it, to pile on contradictory details, to tell another version, to make accusations, suppositions— just open the mouth and let it all come out, faster and faster. It will take days, or weeks to even begin investigating, analyzing, measuring skid marks and matching bullet fragments to the weapon that fired it, to calculate the angles and origins, routes of travel, means, motivations and eyewitnesses, and by then the crowds baying for the sacrifice for a scapegoat will probably not be the least interested in hearing the considered conclusion… especially if it turns out that the vehicle carrying Ms Sgrena and Mr. Calipari was clearly warned to stop, that American troops at the check-point clearly identified themselves and followed established procedures to the letter.

2. The whole thing reeks with the reek of a boxcar-load of haddock stuck for a week at a rail siding in South Texas during a sultry August heat-wave, beginning with the somewhat odd nature of Ms. Sgrena’s detention (and that of the two Simonas, also) at the hands of suspiciously gentlemanly insurgents, the payment of a large ransom, the actions of the Italian intelligence service in facilitating that payment, compounding that by not being entirely candid with the American forces in-country, and ending with a car failing to stop at a roadblock.

3. Politically, it is a terribly hot potato for Mr. Berlusconi, and he is screwed no matter which hand he juggles it in. Opposition to Italian participation in Operation Iraqi Freedom is vociferous, and substantial; as a politician he has to deal with that. (One wonders though, if Italians, Germans and French are worthy of being liberated from brutal dictators, mass graves and secret police spies, if being a free and democratic country is their right and due…. Why do the Iraqis not merit the same privilege?) Ms. Sgrena’s captivity is a cause celebre; the easy way out is to quietly pay a ransom and whisk her efficiently out of the country, and hope that interest in her case dies down, and everyone will forget about how many suicide bomb vests and car bombs and contract killings of Iraqi judges and politicians that ransom will purchase. Keep it simple, keep it slick, zip in country, drop the money, pick up the hostage and book on a private jet, and everything’s cool, and keep it in-house. Very daring, very dashing… and how very… cowboy.

4. The blow-back from this may very well include Italy stepping down from the coalition; ironically, just when it seems that a tipping point has been reached with successful elections, when the war is over and the mopping up and rebuilding is getting well underway. Lest we forget, the ransom paid for Ms. Sgrena and the two Simonas went to fund the men who send out the head-hackers, the torturers, the terrorists who killed Iraqi journalists and broadcasters, judges, police recruits, the men who loaded a retarded boy with explosives, who butchered Margaret Hassan, the men who want to bring back the mass graves, the secret police and the chemical butchery of the Kurds. The euro-leftists do not seem to have a problem with this; presumably they have a strong stomach after all those decades performing intellectual fellatio on Uncle Joe Stalin and his spiritual heirs, and they are, after all, only behaving in the manner we have come to expect of them.

5. Mr. Berlusconi has been a much appreciated ally in the coalition, and we appreciate that it has cost him dearly, politically, and his position is perilous. In being forced by political demands to cater to a particularly noisy constituency, he has taken actions which result in additional funding for the insurgents. His value as an ally is now somewhat compromised. I realize that politicians have to consider their own constituencies first last and always, but I sincerely hope that when all the investigations are finished, all the reports filed, and all the newspaper stories written about this, that Mr. Calipari will prove to have been the only one to be sacrificed in order to mollify Mr. Berlusconi’s constituency.

6. Unfortunately, there will be some Iraqi police cadets, or soldiers, or people in a crowded market or mosque someplace, who will be sacrificed as well. When that happens…Well done, Ms. Sgrena.

With sorrow
Sgt. Mom

*As always, those are not “scare” quote marks; those are “viciously skeptical” quote marks.

25. February 2005 · Comments Off on Meditation on the Great War · Categories: General, GWOT, History

I was looking through my own archives this week, and realized that essay-wise, I periodically came back to the “Great War”, 1914-1918…(here, here, here) which struck me as bit curious. Vietnam was going on up until I started high school, and the effects of that war were still deeply felt when I started service life. We went back to the swamps of South-East Asia, metaphorically speaking, all during the most recent election; it is old and well-trodden ground for pols and reporters and other chatterati.

When I was growing up, though, the war that we harked back to most frequently was of course, World War II. (here, here, here, here) I was born barely a decade after it was all over, my parents were teenagers during it, but many of their slightly older friends were participants; books, movies and television shows all harked back to it, even the plastic airplane models that JP built. That earlier world war seemed merely a prelude, an opening gambit. Seen through the medium of jumpy, coarse-grained film footage, very obviously cranked through a camera by hand, it all looked impossibly archaic… the uniforms and accoutrements, weapons, transport and gear all clearly, distinctly of another age, and faintly ridiculous at that.

And yet the sheer, bloody brutal bungling of that war, the monstrous wastefulness, not to mention the shattering changes that came out of it— the end of the Austro-Hungarian empire, the end of the Ottoman empire, the end of the Romanovs and the ascent of the Soviet— all of this cast a long shadow. It is a given that the dropping of an atom bomb on Hiroshima, opening the nuclear age and the Iron curtain, dropping across Eastern Europe, all cast a shadow too, but more a political shadow.

Look at the pictures of ordinary people, read novels and other accounts of ordinary lives, before and after the Great War, and compare that with the same, before and after the Second World War. My parents and grandparents lives really didn’t materially change much: the lives they led in 1939 were pretty much the same that they had in 1945, the things they had, and the amusements they favored didn’t change all that much. Unless there are specific references to the war, a mystery novel from the late Thirties reads pretty much like a mystery novel from ten years later. The movies they watched, the radio shows people listened to, all stayed pretty much a constant.

But to go back and consider the difference between the world of 1910 and 1920… just to look at the way people dressed, amused themselves, used the available technologies. To read contemporary literature, to look at how the people who lived through the Great War looked back at the time before it, is to know how heartbreakingly aware they were of what had been lost, and how much everything had changed. The automobile was not a rarity, neither were bicycles, trains, electricity and telephones, but they weren’t all that common as they would be later. It was a horse-drawn world, just as it had been for centuries before. Clothes were elaborate, manners ornate, even the middle classes had servants. The place of monarchy and the nobility was secure, everything was for the best in this best and most cosmopolitan of all possible worlds.

And then in the space of half a decade it had fractured into millions of pieces: the murderous war, the flu pandemic at the end of it, the revolution in Russia; the pillars of everything comfortable and familiar were rocked, and the world we have now, ninety years later is the result. With the best of intentions, those who were still alive at the end of it— politicians, intellectuals, soldiers— tried to cobble something together, out of all those smashed pieces of that proud, forward-thinking, immensely confident tower that had been their world.

I think I keep coming back to it because 9/11 had the same effect in the course of a single day; not so much on the physical aspects of our lives… not much has really changed there, save for seeing the American flag in many more places and much oftener than before… and of course for the military being very much better thought of than before. For many of us, certain intellectual verities were smashed in the course of a single day day: amongst them that we were at the end of history, mad Islamic revolutionaries were nothing to fret about, we were secure, and had nothing to fear from anyone– and if we did, it small stuff and really our own fault. But it turned out that we weren’t at the end of history. The really shattering part was that we do have enemies willing to kill any number of us in the most savage ways. A lot of my own writing— and of lots of others in the blogosphere— is an attempt to come to grips with that, to sort out what has happened, what is going on, and what we should do about it… and what the world we build afterwards should look like.

11. November 2004 · Comments Off on Arafat Dead, CNN Has a Tribute? · Categories: GWOT

I don’t know if they’ll change it or not, but as of 2200 Central Time, CNN’s Homepage has a picture of Arafat, year of birth, year of death, in what can only be called a tribute. Neo-maxi-zoom-dweebies.

I do wish we could tape some dancing in American streets for the Palestinian News, but that’s asking too much. But I can dream…

26. September 2004 · Comments Off on Putting the draft rumor to rest · Categories: General, GWOT

I had planned a much longer, more thoughtful, more cogent, more eloquent essay about some other subject this weekend, but time has (yet again) gotten away from me. I am behind in all three of my classes (students are waiting patiently on returned papers AND I have a test to finish preparing) and I’m supervising Sageling on my own this weeken while the General is on a retreat.

But enough whining.

In place of that, a quick thought on the draft.

Senator Kerry’s rumor-mongering on the draft was covered on this site (and many others — see here for example) earlier this week. Late in the week, on one of the Fox shows, I heard Pat Caddell (whom I’ve grown to like in spite of the fact that we’re on opposite sides of the political spectrum) mention that the draft is a subject that may yet need to be addressed by the candidates. His reason? We will need more troops in Iraq or elsewhere.

Mind you, I don’t think Caddell is engaging in rumor-mongering like Sen. Kerry was, but why does everyone think that a draft is the only solution to our manpower problem? What about just increasing our recruiting efforts and perhaps “sweetening the pot?”

Furthermore, I’ll bet that there are many of us who have retired or separated who would be willing to sign up for another hitch in while we’re engaged in the war on terror. I’d be honored to be recalled to AD (the General might not be so thrilled, but she’s a patriot, and she’d salute and follow right along with me). Warning to the Air Force — the longer I hang out with these academics, the quicker I lose my edge. Hurry!

So, let’s not hear any more about the draft. OK? Except maybe from Charlie Rangel, just for entertainment value.

01. August 2004 · Comments Off on French Incarcerate Released Gitmo Prisoners · Categories: GWOT

Yeah, I’m on a France fix today….

According to the BBC, France has placed four men just released from Guantanmo into cusody.

The four appeared before judges Jean-Louis Bruguiere and Jean-Francois Ricard after being detained at the headquarters of the French internal security service, the DST.

Mourad Benchellali, Nizar Sassi, Imad Kanouni and Brahim Yadel were placed under investigation on suspicion of associating with a terrorist organisation.

Two of the men – Mr Benchellali and Mr Sassi – are also accused of using false passports in order to travel to Afghanistan.

[…]

At least two of the suspects were known to the French intelligence services before they reappeared in US detention.

Most of the other prisoners that have been repatriated back to their respective European countries have not been re-detained.

31. July 2004 · Comments Off on Memo: John Wayne is Dead, and Arnie Has a Day Job · Categories: General, GWOT

To: Providers of our Movie & TV Entertainment
From: Sgt Mom
Re: Lack of Spine and Relevant Movies

1. So here it has been nearly three years since 9/11, two years since the overthrow of the Taliban in Afghanistan, a year since the thunder run from the Kuwait border to Baghdad, and all we get from you is a TV movie, a couple of episodes from those few TV serials that do touch on matters military, and a two-hour partisan hack job creatively edited together from other people’s footage. Ummm… thanks, ever so much. Three years worth of drama, tragedy, duty, honor, sacrifice, courage and accomplishment, and all we get is our very own Lumpy Riefenstahl being drooled over by the French. Where is the “Casablanca”, “So Proudly We hail”, “Wake Island”, “They Were Expendable”? My god, people, the dust had barely settled over the Bataan surrender, before the movie was in the theaters. You people live to tell stories— where are ours? What are we fighting for and why, who are our heroes and villains, our epics and victories?

2. And it’s not like other media people have been laying down on the job: writers, reporters, bloggers have been churning out stories by the cubic foot: the brave passengers taking back Flight 93, the stories of people who escaped the towers, and those who helped others escape, as well as those who ran in, the epic unbuilding of the Trade Center ruins. What about the exploits of the Special Forces in Afghanistan, on horseback in the mountains with a GPS, directing pinpoint raids on Taliban positions, the women who ran Afghanistans’ underground girls’ schools? What about Sgt Donald Walters, Lt. Brian Chontosh, the 3rd ID’s fight for the strong points at Larry, Curley and Moe and a dozen others. There’s enough materiel for the lighter side, too: Chief Wiggles, Major Pain’s pet turkey, the woman Marine who deployed pregnant and delivered her baby in a war zone, the various units who have managed to bring their adopted unit mascots back from the theater. (Do a google search, for heaven’s sake. If you can’t handle that, ask one of the interns to help.) The shelves at my local bookstore are pretty well stocked with current writings on the subject, memoirs, reports, thrillers and all. Some stories even have yet to be written; they are still ongoing, and even classified, but I note that did not stop the movie producers back then: they just consulted with experts and made something up, something inspiring and convincing.

3. Of course, actually dealing with a contemporary drama in the fight against Islamic fascism would mean you would have to actually come down out of Hollywood’s enchanted world, and actually, you know… speak to them. Ordinary people, ordinary, everyday people, who don’t have agents and personal trainers and nannies, and god help them, they don’t even vote for the right people, or take the correct political line. Some of them (gasp) are even military, and do for real what movies only pretend to do… and besides, they have hold to all these archaic ideals like honor, duty, and country. (Ohhh, cooties!)

4. And since even mentioning the Religion of Peace ™ in connection with things like terrorism, mass-murder, and international plots for a new caliphate is a guarantee to bring CAIR and other fellow travelers seething and whining in your outer office… ohh, best not. Drag out those old villainous standby Nazis, or South American drug lords, even the odd far-right survivalist for your theatrical punch-up, secure in the knowledge that even if you piss off what few remains of them, at least they won’t be unleashing a fatwa on your lazy ass, or sending a suicide bomber into Mortens’. Just ignore the three large smoking holes in the ground; cover your eyes and pretend it away. Never happened, religion of peace, all about oil, la-la-lah, fingers in my ears, I can’t hear you.

5.To make movies about it all, is to have to come to grips with certain concepts; among them being the fact that we are all potential targets for the forces of aggressive Islamo-fascism, that it is not anything in particular which we have done to draw such animus, and that we are in this all together, and that we must win, for the consequences of not winning are not only unbearable for us all… but they would be very likely to adversely affect you, too. I would expect an industry dependent on the moods and fashions amongst the public at large to have a better feel for what would sell… but I guess denial is more comfortable, familiar space, Sept. 10th is what you know best.

6. Still, if you could pass a word to Lumpy Riefenstahl, about getting signed releases, for footage, interviews and newsprint. It would be the courteous gesture towards all the little people for whom he professes to care, and save a bit of trouble in the long run.

Thanks
Sgt Mom