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Monday, May 22, 2006

The radios weren't lost, we knew exactly where they were and they were in US custody, but there was still a lot of paperwork to declare them lost and then somehow find replacments. They weren't lost, they may even have worked, there was no way to know. The problem is that they were now radioactive. As was the rest of the tank.

When you're near a tank, you know it. They are big. They are loud. They look dangerous. They are dangerous. To others.

The enemy fears tanks. Infantry love tanks. Having a tank along makes the enemy go away. Our aviators hated tanks because they make the enemy go away, the aviators don't like targets to go away. Aviators have their own iron to drop on the enemy.

It's ironic that the most dangerous weapon on the battlefield is the safest place to be. Inside the iron tank, the crew are safe. Tankers are fearless, nothing will hurt them, unless they get out of the tank.


A double or triple stacked anti-tank mine, with a few artillery shells lay waiting for who knows how long. It was the dust storm season, the sand had a consistency of talcum powder, we called it "moon dust." Foot steps and vehicle tracks tended to be obscured by the strong winds. Most objects, including mines and artillery shells were invisible.

The tank crew didn't see the bombs and rolled right over them.

US tanks are brilliant designs, they may not be invulnerable but the crew almost always survives.

The crew got out safely. They had their bells rung, but they were generally fine. The other tank crew called on the radio for help and stood guard while they watched the breached tank hull cook off its ammo and melt.

The iron melted, but the crew was safe.

Help came, the mobile action platoon came to carry the tankers home. They must have felt great relief at this deliverance from the hell they just survived. The sun had set, Marines own the night, they were safe. Just a quick ride home, and then they would tell the story to all their friends of how they survived the bomb.

A mobile action platoon has four vehicles, one is typically a "high back" with an open cargo bay and thin armored sides. The tankers and some of the MAP crew climbed into the high back. Usually the high back is the third truck when they travel. Somehow the first two trucks missed it. The high back didn't.

And that's the irony. The tankers survived a bomb that melted their tank, only to hit another bomb just as big on their way home.

Three tankers and two infantrymen from the MAP were killed.

This time a section of amtracs were sent to recover the crews. They finally arrived at the dam safe. As safe as the dead can be.

As the night dragged on, the bodies were loaded onto helos, the amtracs were hosed out. The ground was hosed off. Weapons were accounted for. Personal gear inventoried.

The night dragged on, I was the last officer to stay up. The guys from the tank platoon did all the work. The anguish on their faces was painful to watch. This was one of those times they don't train us for. Leaders need an instinct for knowing what to do. What is the right thing to do? I was torn between staying and providing an officer's presence, or leaving them to their own grief, to sort out their emotions without an outsider watching, intruding on their tight family.

I left about 2am, I don't know how late they stayed up. The weapons and other controlled gear were all accounted for. The bodies were sent to Al Asad. Everything was picked up and orderly.

I'll always wonder if I did the right thing to leave. There's no way to answer that question. I mentioned to someone there that I was leaving. I don't know if he cared.

The melted tank was moved the next day. They sent out a tank retriever and a heavy equipment transport to get it. Last I saw it, it was still sitting by itself in a field in Al Asad because the radiation from the melted components made it too dangerous to be near.

Al Asad is where we send dead people and dead tanks. Iron tanks, iron men.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Another Beheading
A female Iraqi journalist was beheaded on 22 February. I just learned of it today.

They stripped her to the waist, sliced her neck. threw her on the ground, stomped her body eight times to make blood spurt out her wounds, then picked her up, chopped off her head and then placed her head on her chest as she lay on the ground. They positioned her head to be looking into the camera as it perched on her bare chest.

She asked the crowd to protect her, but no one did. The cries of "god is great" were heard while she screamed in pain. Her body was found with numerous power drill wounds, a common form of torture in Baghdad lately.

Where are the feminists? Where is the US press? Why aren't we hearing this reported loudly everywhere?

I know why.
It's because journalists are on the other side in this war. This may be a woman, she may be a journalist, but none of that matters. All that matters is that her fate could only help stir up support for the good guys in this war, and the American media doesn't want that.

A video is circulating somewhere. I haven't seen it. I don't want to see it. But I should see it. I want to be reminded, everyday. I want to never forget, ever.

America needs to be reminded everyday. Americans need to never forget. Ever.

We are at war with animals. We are at war with a culture that wishes to destroy life. We are at war with a religion that values death over life.

We are at war with Islam. We must destroy Islam.

Before it destroys us.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Mary Jo Kopechne was not Available for Comment
Some occasions just deserve tag lines. Jane Fonda Traitor Commie Bitch is the woman's full name. Cato the Elder used to end all of his speeches with "Carthiginum delenda est" or "Carthage must be destroyed." (Latin experts, forgive me, I went to public school so my translation may be a bit off.)

Now, whenever discussing Ted "Chappaquiddick" Kennedy or his spawn, I will always remind people that Mary Jo Kopechne was not Available for Comment.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

The Jury was Right
The jury decided yesterday that Zacharias Moussaoui didn't deserve the death penalty for his part in the 9/11 attacks.

I agree.

We cannot pervert our legal system for one man. We killed Timothy McVeigh, we gave McNicols life in prison for conspiracy. The verdict of life imprisonment without parole is consistent with our current legal standards. This war we're fighting is about preserving our culture from external threat, and changing our standards willy nilly for everyone that pisses us off would be unjust and would pervert that which we are fighting for.

I only have one problem with the verdict. They had the wrong charges.
Putting Mousaoui on a civil trial was incorrect. We are at war with Islam. He is an enemy in that war. He was in our country, under false pretenses, not identified as an enemy agent. The venue should have been in a military court and the charges should have been espionage.

We can still deliver him to a military court and charge him with espionage. And then put him against a wall and drill his brain with ten 7.62mm bullets.

Now, that would be justice.