Skip to comments.TRAITORS! (Letter from USMarine in Iraq)
Posted on 08/04/2003 6:55:57 PM PDT by dennisw
Grab yourself a cup of coffee, a beer, or whatever floats your boat. I, for one, am pining for a Jim Beam and some crushed ice, but unfortunately that isnt going to happen anytime soon. Take a quick restroom break. This is going to take a while. Be forewarned, its a long read, but it isnt a Bill Whittle piece. Expect digressions, unfinished thoughts, and polysyllabic profanities aplenty. Its a true challenge for me to begin writing without rambling, blundering around until I find a starting point; keeping myself from constantly digressing is a far tougher chore.
Ill make the obvious play and tell you its hot. Extremely hot. Spelled S-U-R-F-A-C-E O-F T-H-E M-O-T-H-E-R-F-U-C-K-I-N-G S-U-N H-O-T. There was a recent Fox News headline about a deadly heat wave in Arizona, windshields cracking and falling out, dogs burning the pads of their feet, that sort of shit. At only 117 degrees. Average daily temp here is reported as 117, but that doesnt take into account actually being in the sun. Hold a thermometer in your hand out in the open for two minutes and watch how quickly the mercury soars toward 130. Weve spent forty years fighting wars in fetid jungles and searing deserts. Why cant we invade a nice, cool, temperate country for once? France, anyone?
Live in a GP tent, minus the luxury of a consistently functional air conditioner, it pushes 140. Human shields should burst into flames at 140, (one can always hope). Come to think of it, thats a worthy subject for an 8th-grade science project. Anyone care to let their kids give it a shot? Im sure I can find and chloroform some patchouli-scented lab rats for them to play with. Unfortunately, those tin-pot camel-fucking dictator apologists mysteriously reappeared at home before the shooting started. Worse, Ive heard that some of those clowns want to return to watchdog our troops, who, media smearing campaign aside, are doing a damned fine job in the face of constant supply shortages, literal snail mail, constantly changing homecoming schedules, and asinine second-guessing by armchair generals, smirking reporters, and Democratic presidential hopefuls seeking a coherent, viable 04 campaign issue.
Fuck the human shields and the camels they ride in on; Their mates with the ISM as well; It takes a rare, blinkered specimen of humanity to camp out, burn flags, and sing along with Palestinian murderers in Gaza. Kumbaya, My Lord, Rout the Imperialist Yankee Pigdogs .Loot Their Women and Rape Their Camels etc. Im surprised the ISM hasnt dedicated a shrine yet to their patron saint, Rachel Corrie, Our Lady of Splattered Roadkill and Pancaked Peaceniks.
We soldiers and Marines havent busted our asses for the last, gee, nearly two years to be second-guessed by some trust-funded, Birkenstock-shod, brain-bereft academic fuckheads who havent the foggiest idea of the definition of loyalty, much less hard work or personal hygiene. The Fascist-enablers are blissfully ignorant of who this countrys best and brightest really are, and scoff at the mere thought that the baby-killers, the jackbooted thugs, the fascists in torn, dirty desert utilities busting their asses to put Iraq back together, are the ones carrying the torch for our generation.
The peaceniks are probably beside themselves, wetting their pants, absolutely pissed off that the soldiers and Marines they despise out here are succeeding and, Oh The Horror, enjoying the respect and admiration of a grateful nation. We are up against a culture that has been bred and raised (thank you, public schools) to loathe not only our country and its fighting men, but also the straightforward, clear-cut, unambiguous ideals they stand for. You know, the whole freedom and free enterprise bit that throws todays modern, fashionable young socialists into bouts of nervous twitching and incoherent screeching on Indymedia.
It has been argued by some writers that there is an ever-widening gulf between the military and civilians. Those who posit this, and quote it as fact, must either a) live on another fucking planet, or b) live in a major coastal city (which amounts to the same anyway) where attitudes are largely set against us in the first place. In Flyover Country, I have hardly ever felt out of place or distant from the local populace. I happen to believe that the widening gulf that DOES exist is that between the teeming population centers and the rest of the country. Remember seeing the election map from 2000? The coasts out of touch with the heartland?
Vietnam is behind us; we have risen from the shallow grave the radical Left dumped us in thirty years ago to become the most professional, highly trained, and dedicated warriors ever to raise our banners on foreign soil. We have put up with ton upon metric ton of utter bullshit, and will tolerate more, until our job is done. No Quagmire-parroting reporter, no arrogant Berkeley-(in)bred activist, no Baathist holdout can stop us.
Much has been made of several 3rd ID soldiers on record complaining about the hardships here. Reporters have failed to grasp that men in uniform ALWAYS complain. Shitty food, no beer, families 7000 miles away, no air conditioners, that sort of thing. You want sour grapes, we have vats full of them. We bitch a lot, but we clench our jaws and do the damn job; it isnt a warning sign that our morale is tanking and that the sky is falling over the quagmire weve blundered into. We dont need, much less want, your feigned sympathy, you camera-toting, blow-dried, manicured pricks. Dont you have car chases and Qwik-E-Mart holdups to cover?
Sympathy with our plight would be welcome if it didnt reek of a political agenda. Ive seen solicitude for our plight and us when, and only when, the media and the Donks think they have our Commander-in-Chief by the balls. We bog down to rest and refuel within sight of Baghdad; the howling Moonbats squeal in delight at a perceived golden opportunity to bend us over the barrel. A week later, Saddams most prominent statue is torn down and dragged through the streets, at which point they mumble to themselves and stare at their shoes. A vastly hyperbolized museum looting story helps them rodeo-clown attention away from our glory-fest.
Bush throws down a gauntlet by landing, at unbelievable peril, on the deck of one of his Navys carriers; they piss and moan and lament his recklessness. Now, every time a soldier is killed by a snipers bullet, an RPG from a rooftop, or a roadside bomb, the press giddily reports, Today the **th soldier to be killed since President Bush declared an end to hostilities on May 1st (emphasis mine) died in a (shooting) (bombing) (ambush). Headlines are as canned as New York Times obituaries. Equally appalling, with that preface to casualty reports, the media are shamelessly grinding twisted political axes with the bones of our brothers. Reporters wonder why we stinky-palm them.
Now, men are dying to hold this country together, in small numbers yet each irreplaceable beyond all cost, and the dipshits with the cameras and the mikes roll out the quagmire playbook again. Hell, now that weve offed Uday and Qusay, all you hear is, Why didnt you arrest them? How utterly pathetic. Particularly in the case of Charles Rangel (D-Bellevue). That excuse for a legislator has the gall to propose a reinstitution of the draft, based solely on racial motives tainted by false data, and then months later to call the demise of U. and Q. an assassination. Put him in the recall bin with Gov. Whatshisface, that squirrelly sonofabitch on the Left Coast with the financial management problems. You know a politician is worthless when Larry Flynt considers running for his soon-to-be vacated office.
The Armed Forces been tasked with a tall order, keeping this country from flying apart at the seams; we receive extremely short shrift for doing so. The press plasters its front pages with stories of tanking morale; discontent in the ranks; an untenable peace; a Vietcong-esque Guerrilla war in the making. Journalists circle about like buzzards, waiting gleefully in the wings to sign our toe tags, live and in color. They dont know us, nor do they understand the situation, well enough to see the reality that lies beyond their lower colons. They have failed miserably to grasp that their irresponsible coverage is only encouraging further attacks, or to put it bluntly, (as I prefer):
THEY ARE PROVIDING AID AND COMFORT TO OUR ENEMIES. I need to hit the books and look it up, but I am pretty damned sure that that makes them TRAITORS. By unleashing a tidal wave of coverage on each and every attack, they encourage our enemies to hit again and again, confident in their own minds that the constant screeching and bleating in the press will unnerve and worry our families to no end, and little by little dent our national resolve to keep up the fight. At which point they hope internal pressures will cause us to pull our presence out and let a reconstituted Baath flood back into the vacuum, much like the endgame in Vietnam.
Most of us, those blessed enough to live in Flyover Country, know this to be total bullshit. We finish what we start, and were glad to do it, politicians and protesters or no. Dont even try to pass that thought in the Gore States. Youll be bound, gagged, and institutionalized for saying that the quagmire isnt before your eyes, as palpable as your morning coffee or the computer monitor you stare into now. For sheer believability, its up there with Barney, the Toothfairy, and Santa Claus. Of course, those blue patches on the map are where they hold the keys to all the doors behind which information is vetted, edited, embellished, fabricated, and reprocessed, much like an Oscar Meyer frank, into the short, meaningless sound bites that end up on the six oclock news.
Speaking of gathering and processing information, I will say, up front, that I dont believe embedded reporters were a bright idea. Geraldo Riveras acts of idiocy provided a shining example of irresponsible battlefield reporting, but thankfully instances like that werent common. It was awfully polite and patient of us to be open and up front with reporters, but it went too far and, besides, they didnt have a fucking constitutional right to be there, de-constructing our every move and piss-break along the way. The arrangement only facilitated their round-the-clock coverage and mad dash for ratings. It led, from what I saw, to many, many stories that had to be retracted or seriously amended when the press took the first slivers of incomplete information and ran with them, only to stand, embarrassed, in front of the cameras hours later, as they tried to change their stories while the big picture became clearer. Some reporters (Arnett and Fisk come to mind with little effort) never bothered with accuracy or truth, and became the Iraqi Information Ministrys propaganda whores. Those werent sweat stains on Arnetts shirt in front of the cameras. It wasnt milk, either.
Many times, so it seemed, the Breaking News and News Alerts lines that popped up with annoying frequency were little more than wild-assed rumors and incomplete information. If the news agencies had fielded fewer reporters, and made them stay in the Rear with the Gear, they could have had all the time in the world to check their facts and get their shit together before running stories that would have necessitated sheepish retractions hours later. Sorry, folks, thats my cynical 2 cents, take it any way you like.
The newsies are doing such a wonderful job of making us responsible for problems we did not create, and somehow they expect us to fix all the damned boo-boos. Deficiencies in utility services, communications, unemployment, all that shit that you hear the whiners bleating about when they arent slamming the administration. Look, you socialist nanny state assholes, we arent social workers. Some of the locals are complaining, but you dont see many of the whiners actually working to put their own country back in order.
There are many Iraqis who are doing their best to pick up the pieces and make their land a better place, and they are doing the best job they can with what little is left after more than two decades of Baath Party squandering. They arent waiting for State handouts, theyre seizing the initiative and accomplishing far more than many people here have in well over 20 years. Im talking about policemen, former soldiers, doctors, and shopkeepers; the very Bourgeoisie the radical left despises, the hardworking, enterprising men and women who have been the very foundation and lifeblood of prosperous democracies throughout history. Theyre all over the place here, and they will ultimately be this lands political and economic salvation.
Dont give me any of that whiny bullshit about how we should clean up the mess, this place was a shambles when we got here. Much of this countrys infrastructure slipped through the cracks while Saddam and his late, unlamented offspring built lavish palaces and spent money earmarked for humanitarian aid on every luxury they could lay their blood-stained hands on.
Time ran an article about deplorable conditions at Baghdads international airport, stories of looting and general wanton destruction of the airport. Much of the equipment at Baghdad International Airport is so old and dilapidated Id be surprised if any of it has actually worked anytime in the past decade. Yeah, we pot-holed the runways with bombs aplenty, and a bunch of soldiers picked the duty-free store clean, (which in my opinion the boys fucking well earned) but the field has been repaired and its now in better shape than it has been in many years.
Utilities? Go flying out here at night, you see mud hut villages that are as well-lit as any small town back home. I shit you not. If these dilapidated hamlets and villes have power, then the major cities cant be in such poor shape.
Many items the media reports as potential trouble must be viewed in the context of Iraqs middle eastern neighbors. There are protests against the American occupiers. Big Fucking Deal. Only in Iraq are people assembling and protesting without being summarily dispersed, beaten, arrested, and/or imprisoned (See Iran). Also seen only in Iraq are hundreds of independent newspapers being printed and circulated absent the watchful, censoring eye of the state. Pro- or anti-coalition, they come off the presses and onto the streets without a Baathist Bureaucrat vetting them and shooting the dissenters. Iraq now has a fledgling government of its own, supervised of course, for the moment, but lacking crooked, Wahabbi-bribing royals and power-wielding theocrats.
Sure, if you are in this country and physically attack soldiers and Marines, they will certainly detain you, and if youre firing on them they will definitely cap you. Thats called self-defense, and it makes perfect sense if you reside anywhere outside the loony havens on our East and West Coasts. But of course, many of those assholes would rather see us die by the thousands than succeed at our efforts here. They cant stand to watch the people theyve been raised to loathe win an unprecedented victory and rightfully earn the support and respect of the nation. I love it. Soldiers and Marines are seen as positive role models and it makes the loony left shit bricks.
This country was raped and pillaged for 2 ½ decades by Saddam, his now-defunct sons, and the Baath Party. The bastards built themselves magnificent palaces, bought the priciest cars, the very best in food and wine, and spent less than the bare minimum on sustaining their people, even as sanctions tightened the countrys belt. Where was the indignation at the Iraqis plight then? Wait a minute. The cameras were fixed on wall-to-wall No Blood for OOIIIIILLLLLLL bullshit and airhead, mealy-mouthed celebrities running their mouths on subjects well beyond their collective depth (i.e. a 7-Eleven parking lot puddle).
There was also the daily Kofi and Hans Happy Fun Hour at the UN, that theatre of the absurd where wrong magically becomes right and the most brutal dictatorships in the world are allowed to chair the Human Rights Commission. What a fucking sitcom.
The UN is also that wonderful, happy place where countries with proven inabilities to defend themselves are not only voting, veto-power members of the Security Council, they get to tie it up with all kinds of Fuck America backbiting. Hey Jacques, Dominique, dont bite the hands that freed you. And dont stand idle when your nutless citizens deface the graves of the American heroes who spilled their blood, who forfeited their families and futures, to make sure that Horst Wessel didnt remain long as your piss-puddle countrys national anthem. I hope you also like that tricolore that flies on your masts when youre not hoisting white flags in the faces of invaders. We put it back up for you. These days, with all your synagogue bombings and anti-Israel sentiments, you seem better suited to those swastikas we drove out of your country for you nearly sixty years ago.
Dont bite the hands that keep you free either. We labor to make the world a safer place for our nation and its ideals, safer also for our friends abroad and for those who live under the boots of our enemies, yet the press tramples on us; they second- and third-guess our work; deem some to be heroes who do little while many who sacrifice all remain obscure and uncelebrated; lastly, they misquote, fabricate, deceive, and vilify us at will, while conveniently forgetting that we make possible their ability to shit on anyone and anything they see fit. Because of us, the press can live out their delusional fantasies of being a power unto themselves. Their Le Etat, Cest Nous megalomania is not amusing and I dont believe I am alone in being utterly sick of it.
Rudyard Kipling hit it on the head:
Makin mock o uniforms that guard you while you sleep Is cheaper than them uniforms, an theyre starvation cheap.
Thank you all for your patience, goodwill, and prayers for our safety and health.
August 3, 2003
Thanks for posting this, It's great to know our troops know we are behind them, you made my day