I was in a WW II barracks at Ft Bragg, NC., situated near the end of Pope AFB, when C5 Galaxy cargo planes began to land and take off, throughout the night and into the next day. “Cattle cars” with their distinctive jake brakes added to the cacophony. My teammates and I fist pumped, high fived each other and whooped and hollered as we surmised that Uncle Sam was opening up a can of whoop ass on the ragheads in Beirut. To a man, when word reached us that Grenada was the objective, we were left stunned and speechless.
What a colossal missed opportunity to bring justice to Tehran. Remember a little old episode where our embassy was overrun and the staff and security personnel were taken hostage? When some posters around here get on their soap boxes and go into a worship Reagan mode, I am reminded of the black eye that Hezbollah gave Uncle Sam. Needless to say, I don't get the same goose bumps as many of them do.
The Grenada invasion was already started when the bomb went off, Reagan had his hands full, his eye was on the big picture that was seen as impossible to accomplish at the time, (destroying the Soviet Empire) and he made the right decision to not become mired in the Middle East.
Being less than Reagan I wanted revenge, but he was right and was fighting a global war for mankind and the future, a lessor man would have reacted emotionally.