“Who the hell is shooting at us?” an American sergeant wants to know. Quoted in the International Herald Tribune, Sergeant Biletski was under pressure. He and his men were trying to conduct an operation in Baghdad. They were trying to suppress ‘insurgents.’ But they didn’t know who the insurgents were… where they were… or what they were doing. Either the Sunnis were shooting at them. Or the Shiites. Or the Iraqi army. Or just people who are sick of having their doors smashed in by foreigners. All they knew was that people seemed to be shooting at them from all directions… and their Iraqi allies had vanished.
“This place is a failure,” Biletski suggests.
If it weren’t for people getting killed and maimed, the whole thing would be a farce. For reasons of pure vanity, the U.S. invaded the place. All we had to do was to knock that wicked Saddam Hussein off his perch and white doves would come out everywhere in the Mideast. And now, poor Sergeant Biletski, sent to a dreadful place to do dreadful work, finds out the truth.
The Iraqis, even those who are supposed to be sympathetic to the invaders, don’t fight like Americans. Can you believe it? These people fight… well… like Arabs! After all these generations; they have still not learned the ‘Western way of war.’ Instead, they hit and run… they stab us in the back… they take potshots and go back to drinking their disgusting tea. They kill each other… and then, when we intervene, they all turn on us.
Who would have imagined? Who could have guessed? Who could have known?
Even the warmongers are trying to wash their hands of the whole business…
“I for one have become disillusioned with dreams of transforming Iraqi society from the top down,” says David Brooks in the New York Times. The delusional hawks now say they are moving on to new illusions.
That is how it works. The world improvers don’t fight their own wars. That’s for others. And let others pay the taxes, too. Then, when the whole adventure inevitably goes bad, they are on to the next new thing.
Soldiers… taxpayers… voters – somebody’s got to hold the bag.
Sgt. Biletski, you’re on your own now.