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February 24, 2007

A suicide bomber succeeds in suicide, abetted by a US Army Sergeant.

...but he fails otherwise, prevented by a US Army Sergeant.

Hello Family and Friends,

You may not think that a suicide bomber story could be a good news story, but please pass this along as an example of the commitment of our US military men and women.

A few days ago, a local hospital was having their grand opening and celebrated the event with a ribbon cutting ceremony in an eastern province of Afghanistan. The event was attended by roughly 150 locals and the Provincial Governor. As standard operating procedures, everyone attending had to go through a checkpoint operated by Afghan soldiers and police alongside US forces. One of the attendees (enemy insurgent) wore a white lab coat disguised as a doctor. Underneath his lab coat, he wore a suicide vest filled with explosives. While he was being searched at the checkpoint, the Afghan police and a US Army Staff Sergeant, recognized that he looked out of place and did not fit the profile of an Afghan doctor. When the Afghan police and US Army Sergeant began to search a little more in depth, they discovered the suicide vest. The enemy insurgent then forced his way through the checkpoint and was shot several times by both the Afghan police and the US Army Sergeant.

This did not stop the enemy insurgent (as he was probably doped up on opium, etc.). Although the enemy insurgent was shot several times, he managed to continue running in the vicinity of the crowd. The US Army Sergeant chased after him, shot him again a number of times point blank and tackled him to the ground. The enemy insurgent, now on the ground with the US Army Sergeant on top of him, began chanting prayers and reached for his detonator. Quickly assessing the situation, the US Army Sergeant observed that the crowd had dispersed due to the gun shots being fired at this enemy insurgent. In a matter of seconds, the US Army Sergeant pushed the insurgent away from him and rolled away as quickly as possible. The enemy insurgent detonated the suicide vest and "assumed outside temperature!" (Nice way of saying he died). The US Army Sergeant received non-life threatening wounds as a result of the explosion along with 5 others.

The only regret of the US Army Sergeant is that the suicide bomber injured 5 of his fellow soldiers. Later that day, the Provincial Governor ( the likely target of the attack) praised the US Army Sergeant and called him, "An Angel from Heaven." The interesting note to this story is that this US Army Sergeant was scheduled to leave Afghanistan next week after a long tour of duty on point for his nation. He could of thought to himself, "I'm not risking my life for this suicide bomber, I'm outta here next week." But he didn't. God bless our military men and women and true American heroes like this young US Army Sergeant.

Sincerely,

[Name witheld by request]

I just thought I should share this, even though the author and the Sergeant prefer to remain anonymous. While I can't verify the details, I can affirm the sources are legitimate.

Update: Fuzzybear Lioness points to this post over at Jawa Report as probably being the same incident. I'm inclined to agree.

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by John on Feb 24, 2007 | Global War on Terror (GWOT)

On Normals and War Weariness

[Armorer's note - this is a post by Denizen Ry. I'll let you guys gnaw on this for a while before I weigh in.]

On Normals and War Weariness.

That Murdoc link from the other day touched off something. The OPFOR guys got on it. They self referenced to a Lightning post asking what we Normals are tired of, and referred to a post by Sir Lex that was rather dismissive in tone of (some of) us Normals and the genesis of war weariness.

I know I'm late to this party, but you asked what a Normal (read as civilian) has to be tired about. Here’s gollum’s take:

What are we tired of? Guilt. Guilt we experience for sending them out there. Guilt developed over families living through the difficulties of combat deployments, and worse. But mostly guilt for seeing you all suffer so much for this, with the specter of it being for no tangible benefit to anyone hanging around. We're tired of being drenched in guilt like Lady MacBeth. Switching sides, and flipping channels, gets us away from that.

Some of us, well, we feel responsible. And every single serviceman that gets messed over by this, in any form, is our fault and our responsibility since we put them where they are---we’re the civilian leadership. We start worrying about our immortal soul and where it'll wind up for the decisions we’ve made along the way. The Catholic Church changed its stance on what happens to the souls of soldiers who fight in wars at some point (2310). FAIK it's never changed its position much about the fate of jerks like me (2302) who support decisions that send you all there to live and die making the policy I decided you, the warriors, needed to implement.

So, I’m probably going to Hell even if the idea was to wage war to help people. I worry about that, and every so often the idea that if I switched sides I could, maybe, do enough penance to escape that fate I earned with my decision. It’s a temptation.

The anti-war(rior) types? I have no idea what they’re tired of. I’ve never seen some of these people more alive then when they have something like this to get all mad about (repeat of the reactions to Reagan’s Grenada adventure and orgasmic glee over Beirut, 41’s excursions to the ME and Panama, and Vietnam-.). I don’t speak for them and can’t say what they’re tired of. Nor do I care why. But the above is the reason some of us who truly do care about you Grunts, Jarheads, Swabbies, and Zoomies are starting to lag and lose faith in the mission. It may not be combat, injury, or worse. But it is something more than an ‘I just want to ogle Britney Spears’ goodies’ reason for getting tired of the conflicts we’re in.
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by Denizens on Feb 24, 2007 | General Commentary

Interlude

Since I went and got all twisted around the axle with the Serial Thriller (nice touch, John -- if I'd started it with a bit about defoliating rice paddies, you'd prob'ly have christened it the Cereal Killer...), I must confess to being woefully neglectful of my social duties -- in this case, jumping all over the Obscene Amenities do-jiggers.

Besides, you guys all need a break from the humdrum drivel I've inflicted on you so far -- Lowered knows *I* do, especially since I've been giving myself flashbacks for the past week...

Soooo, without further ado, I'd just like to share a few pix that would probably cause paroxysms of conniptions to seize Citizen Arkin if he knew just how long us insolent sojer-types had been living La Vida Loca on the Public's Dime...

Fun! Travel! Adventure!

Al fresco interaction with the locals!

One more chorus of ‘Waist-Deep In The Big Muddy’ outta you and you’ll find out what a 40mm suppository feels like…

Yes, one partygoer *is* wearing a flight helmet and flak jacket and no, it’s not me. At least, I'm pretty sure it's not me...


Doorstep service from home to work! Aka, looking for the lads who popped green smoke in the middle of a green rice paddy...

I thought *you* installed the pontoons!

Yeah, we flew with the doors off a *lot*, because we were environmentally conscious even then. We saved a bundle by running the 48-foot fan instead of the air conditioner...

What oil crisis? We got free fuel! And it was all self-service, so you never sullied yourself by inadvertent contact with the gravel crunchers.

We didn’t load enough ammo – I can still get it off the ground…

If you were baddy from the paddy and met a Charlie-model at work, this was the view you desperately wanted to live long enough to see -- but you usually didn't...

*urrk!* Wellll, kids, I feel another flashback coming to visit my combat-addled cerebral cortex. 'Scuse me while I go wrap some fish with the NYT...


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by CW4BillT on Feb 24, 2007 | Observations on things Military

February 23, 2007

H&I* Fires, 23 FEB 2007

Open post for those with something to share, updated through the day. New, complete posts come in below this one. Note: If trackbacking, please acknowledge this post in your post. That's only polite.

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CDR Salamander points out that US vets of just about any age are dangerous people to pick a fight with.

Carren Ziegenfuss is not a fan of Senator McCain. I frankly wouldn't have linked this, due to it's nature - except that I know Carren, and have no reason to believe she would either have made this up for partisan purposes, or mis-understood what was going on.

MAJ John with the News From Afghanistan.

Soldier's Dad, on former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright's latest foray in speechmaking. -the Armorer

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The Pentagon Channel will cover this at 1030 & repeat it at 1430
Walter Reed Briefing: Secretary of Defense Robert Gates and Vice Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff ADM Edmund Giambastiani speak with reporters at Walter Reed Army Medical Center.
Yet another reason I am a Bush supporter..............when something isn't working he calls in the Navy. Go Admiral G!.......Maggie

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I've been asking for a plan from the Democrats - according to Bob Owens, Senator Reid is drafting one. -the Armorer

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It seems NATO might win more Afghan hearts and minds by putting two in the heart and one in the mind of a few more Taliban thugs. - Damian

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by Denizens on Feb 23, 2007 | General Commentary

Another casualty in the Kansas Guard.

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Maj. Gen. Tod Bunting, the Adjutant General, announces that Staff Sgt. David Russell Berry, a member of Battery B (-), 1st Battalion, 161st Field Artillery, Kansas National Guard, Pratt, Kansas was killed in action in Iraq on Thursday, Feb. 22, 2007.

Berry, 37, a resident of Wichita , Kan. , died when he was struck by an improvised explosive device (IED).

"Our hearts go out to the family and friends of Staff Sgt. Berry," said Governor Kathleen Sebelius. "He has made the ultimate sacrifice on behalf of our country and I ask Kansans to join me in offering prayers and sympathy to his family, friends and fellow soldiers."

"This is a sad day in the Kansas National Guard as we mourn the tragic loss of Staff Sgt. Berry," said Maj. Gen. Tod Bunting. "Our thoughts and prayers are with the family. We will do everything we can to support them through this challenging time."

In April 1986, Berry enlisted in the Kansas Army National Guard with Detachment 1, Battery C, 1st Battalion, 161st Field Artillery, at Kingman , KS, as an ammunition team chief. He graduated in 1987 from Advanced Individual Training as a Heavy Anti-armor Weapons Infantryman at Fort Benning, Ga. In 1997, he completed the Primary Leadership Development Course at Camp Ashland, Neb. In 2001, Berry completed his Basic Non-Commissioned Officer course for Field Artillery. In 2003, he completed the Multiple Launch Rocket System Crewmember course.

He had a total of more than 16 years of military service. In February 2005, Berry was awarded the Soldiers Medal, which is the highest peacetime honor that a soldier can receive. Berry was serving on active duty at Fort Leavenworth during Operation Enduring Freedom and while at home on leave came upon a single vehicle accident in Kingman County . The driver had lost control of the vehicle and crashed off the highway and the vehicle was on fire. Berry, at great personal risk, pulled the driver from the burning vehicle, saving his life. Maj. Gen. Bunting presented Berry with this medal while at his pre-mobilization station at Camp Shelby , Miss. , prior to his deployment to Iraq .

His other awards include the Army Achievement Medal, Army Reserve Components Achievement Medal, National Defense Service Medal, Armed Forces Reserve Medal, Global War on Terrorism Medal, Army Service Ribbon, Kansas National Guard Meritorious Service Ribbon, Kansas National Guard Commendation Ribbon, Kansas National Guard Emergency Duty Service Ribbon and the Kansas National Guard Service Medal.

Berry is survived by his wife, Kathleen, and one stepdaughter and two stepgrandchildren.

Funeral arrangements are pending.

Soldier's Medal


Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance: In Memoriam.

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by John on Feb 23, 2007 | Something for the Soul

The Milbloggies.

Okay, due to an extreme lack of participation, Castle Argghhh! didn't make it to the top 5 for the US Veteran category in the Milbloggies, thusly saving us from having to do any more non-participation in online popularity contests that we never win anyway.

Or so I thought.

Turns out that Fuzzybear Lioness *did* make the top 5 in her category, Military Supporter. At the moment of this posting, she's leading - but only by one vote.

So, click here - register if you have to, and vote for her. It'll make you feel all... Fuzzy inside. Yeah, that's it! And if you need a reason to vote for her - the category is Military Supporter, and...

Fuzzybear is the Heart of Project Valour-IT, whereby we give voice-activated laptops to wounded warriors whose injuries prevent them from using computers in the normal fashion. You know, like you are, right this second. And we just gave our 1000th, that's One Thousandth, laptop, this week. No, she didn't do it alone. Of course not. Many of us helped. But it was her dream and her drive that have helped two battalions, 2/3s of a Brigade's combat strength worth of profoundly wounded warriors stay connected in ways that all of you reading this post simply take for granted.

BUT SHE GOT IT STARTED AND MADE IT HAPPEN.

I know. I was there. I was one of the people she mercilessly browbeat to help her get it started. And I'm damn glad she did. So, go vote for her. Even if you aren't registered - go register for the sole purpose of casting your vote for her. Not because I told you to - but because there are simply damn few of us out here in our little community who have done as much as she has. Because it's easy to jump on a bandwagon. It's a lot harder to conceive of a bandwagon, then build it, so that people have something to jump on.

And that's what she did.

You can access all the Milbloggies categories here.

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by John on Feb 23, 2007 | Something for the Soul

Ab Initio: Muttering Death

The Time: 1500 on an evening roughly three months prior to the post that started this saga.

The Place: The Plain of Reeds, northwest of Moc Hoa, RVN.

Either the pace man had miscounted the number of streams they’d crossed or the compass man had oriented the map by placing it on the engine cover of the Ford tractor. Miscounting streams in the Plain of Reeds was excusable, especially during the interval between the end of the monsoon and the middle of the dry season – every stream, like everything else, was under two or three feet of water and a streambed was just another deep spot in a 10,000 square-kilometer marsh. Placing a map and compass on a ton of metal and believing you’d get a reliable course was inexcusable…

“Hey, One-Five, Three-Four – you won’t believe what I found!”

“Today, I’ll believe anything – I saw a pink rhinoceros this morning.”

“Are you still hung over?”

“Nope. The rhino was rolling in the red clay by Cai Cai and he came out pink. What’d you find?”

“I got fifty NVA marching along a dike, with a flag and a tractor towing a 106mm reckless rifle.”

Whoooo! Where are they and where are you?”

“They just walked across the border, between BTT and Moc Hoa. We’re orbiting a couple of klicks south of them.”

“Okay, I see them. Geez, it’s a parade! Keep orbiting – they’ve either got the world’s ballsiest Lieutenant, or they think they’re still in Cambodia.” [break] “Reed Control, Vulture One-Five squawking 0533. What’s my exact location, Sugar Bear?”

“Hi, One-Five, you’re tracking one kay south of Never-Never Land, parallel to the border and the No-Fly Zone, eight klicks northwest of my house.”

“Give me a grid on my mark, okay?”

“You got it.”

I turned south for several klicks, then began a slow turn northward. I wanted to approach the parade from the south, which would lull them into thinking I had crossed the border to investigate them. They knew we couldn’t touch them if they were in Cambodia and I intended to convince them they were still inviolate. Until I was ready, anyway…

“Sugar Bear, One-Five – on my mark, five…four…three…two…one…mark!” I broke right over them at 500 feet – they’d had me in sight for at least a minute; because I wasn’t behaving in a threatening manner, they weren’t concerned. Half of them even flipped me the bird. I began a slow, right orbit at 500 feet, just being a stupid, curious helicopter pilot who didn’t want to cause an international incident.

The remainder of the segment gets somewhat dark, so I put it in Flash Traffic. No, it's *not* the final installment...

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by CW4BillT on Feb 23, 2007 | This is no Sh*t!
MilBlogs links with: The Milbloggies.

February 22, 2007

H&I* Fires, 22 FEB 2007

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Murdoc has a couple of posts of interest.
First, a gun post. We like gun posts, don't we?

Then “America is at the mall.” The author of that sentiment isn’t the first to say it, and that’s a sad, sad thing.
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JRobb brings a nasty concept to the table: Is Sadr reforming his group into a Hezbollah clone? We all saw how the mixture of functions that Hezbo brought to the table in the latest Israeli-Lebanon spat caused all kinds of trouble. Remember all that about “we own this building but not that building the Israelis destroyed” stuff? Aih yah.

‘For every measure there is a countermeasure.’ It seems like a wheel that keeps on turning, dizzyingly.
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Two from Power and Interest National Report:
a) ''Intelligence Brief: North Korea Deal Welcomed by China''
b) ''Terrorism Risk Remains in North Africa''
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While everyone has heard of the Brit draw down in Iraq not everyone is talking about the Danes. Allies is allies.
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[sound of computer flushing] Heh. Ry sank my planned morning post on the HK416. S'okay, since Murdoc has actually fired one, his post is qualitatively better than what I was gonna put up, anyway. Since I know many of you don't click through to links like that, what I'll do is provide a link to the video of the HK416 directly.

Hey, since we've been doing Cold Warrior reminiscences... how 'bout them Trabants? And with this joke, a little frisson of Autobahn driving...

A Trabant breaks down on the Autobahn and a BMW 750 stops to help the old driver.

"I'll tow you to the next service station," says the BMW driver, "But if I drive too fast, flash your lights". They set off but when a Porsche speeds past at 120mph the BMW driver forgets about the Trabant.

They start to race and pass a Police car who radios HQ.

"You won't believe," this the Policeman reports "I have a BMW and a Porsche racing at 129mph with a bloody Trabant flashing his lights to overtake!"

There are 49 more funnies in this Sun article on the Trabant. Go see which ones tickle your funnybone. Most of 'em really are funny, especially if you know the Trabant - that said, there are a couple there where it helps to have some real experience of Germans to see where the humor lies. -the Armorer
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Oh yesssss Ry, we all love diddle boom-boom thingies. Regarding the H&K-416. I’m glad to see that more and more manufacturers are thinking along the same line of thought: Snip that gas tube, and transfer most of that kinetic action on to a Push Rod.

The whole contraption reminds me of Ares Defense’s GSR-35 Conversion Kit. More to the point, the H&K-416 is a close cousin of their Shrike 5.56mm Conversion Kit. This kit converts any M16/M4 platform into a fully functional 5.56x45mm light machine-gun. From a technical point of view, the H&K may be a more robust platform, but with the gazillion M16 platforms lying around, the Shrike would be easier to sell. All you hafta do is drop in the Upper Receiver in, and VOILÁ, you have an M249 for a fraction of the cost and weight.

Me thinks I´ll Call it Minimi - BOQ
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by Denizens on Feb 22, 2007 | General Commentary

Michael Yon has a new one.

Fox News Story here.

And, of course, I can't open Yon's website, thanks to Fox readers swarming it.

So, as of now, nothing to go with but this picture.

Michael Yon's Mystery Weapon #2.


First thing that pops to mind is the XM47 US riot control grenade - which are roughly that size. They're made out of rubber, and have a blow-out hole in them. When you throw them (don't hold on too long!) the plug blows out and the gas expels in a jet, causing the grenade to skitter around, building your CS cloud faster than the standard grenade. I used them a lot on the HHB 35th DIVARTY when evaluating their annual training in the mid-late 80's.

You can see an excellent example of them here at InertOrd.net.

Whattaya you guys think?

Update: Another weapon that comes to mind is the warhead for a RAW (Rifleman's Assault Weapon) -type weapon.

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by John on Feb 22, 2007 | Gun Pr0n - A Naughty Expose' of the fiddly bits

More obscene amenities we have known...

Down, ladies. Really. This is serious stuff. I'm being fully supportive of my buddy Bill Arkin by showing all you nugs out there the obscene amenities we soldiers are lavished with by a duped public and fawning Congress.

[Photo moved to the Flash Traffic/Extended entry, since there have been a few heart attacks. *I* think it's work-safe, but apparently some workplaces are *really uptight*. They better be blocking National Geographic, too...]

Ah, the showers. Standing on the ammo box, sun-warmed water from the bucket cascading down, sloughing away the accumulated grime from traveling to far places, meeting exotic people, and then killing them for fun, profit, and Big Oil. And c-rats for dinner! Ummmm, green eggs and ham! Ham 'n lima beans! Beans 'n weenies!

No, ladies - it's not Sanger. Nor Sugarbuttons. Certainly not the Armorer, who's not had a waist like that since, oh, February 1975. No, make that March 1975. H/t Boquisucio.

Tomorrow - lavish latrine facilities!

BTW, campers - any and all photos of lavish amenities are encouraged! See *your* stuff on the web! Get credit! Amaze your friends and family! Any and all armies and eras - remember, we Myrmidons have to stick together! Well, until after we shower, and aren't as sticky for a little while... Y'know, things like the muddy lake we had to wade through to get to, and back from, the shower trailers at Camp Doha (that would be Camp Doha, Kuwait, that I'm thinking of)?

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by John on Feb 22, 2007 | Observations on things Military
MilBlogs links with: Bill's serial thriller and some more obscene amenities...

Just a little snippet on Lieutenant Watada.

It's dropped out of the news, but I've been keeping an ear to the ground regarding Lieutenant Watada's case. And I've developed an... "anonymous source" speaking on background. Ooooo, sexy. Let's use the whole email (I am *not* a participant in the quoted discussion, btw, this is reprinted with permission).

From "someone I know":

I asked my former Brigade Trial Counsel what happened in terms that a "NUG" could understand and received this explanation (in RED) this morning. Now I get it……
It's hard to tell what is exactly going on from this newspaper article, but what I suspect happened is that while the prosecution and defense couldn't agree to the terms of a guilty plea, there was an agreement that both sides would accept certain facts as true. (In making this agreement, I am sure Watada was deriving some benefit - like the dismissal of a charge. The prosecution would also have had a reason to make the deal such as avoiding bringing in witnesses who have PCS'd or are currently deployed).

When there is a stipulation of fact, all sides have to sign it and agree that the facts are true. It then gets read to the panel as factual evidence. It appears that even though Watada signed the stipulation, in court he said he did not agree. Given this conflict, the Judge had no choice but to not accept the stipulation as evidence.

Since the prosecution was relying on the evidence to prove some of its charges and the loss of the evidence was not the prosecution's fault, the judge gave them the opportunity to continue with the case or ask for a mistrial.

In order to prove the case the government would have needed to produce witnesses or other evidence to replace what they believed to be agreed to.

If the witnesses they needed were not local or deployed, there was no way to go forward, so they asked the judge to start the case over by declaring a mistrial. The judge agreed.

A mistrial is a pretty unusual procedure. However, I know this civilian defense counsel - he is based out of Hawaii - and have had a few dealings with him. He is pretty much a jerk and also pretty sneaky. I am not surprised he is involved.

There's a follow-up:

…I did hear that my assumptions were correct in that Watada agreed to stipulate to certain facts (so that the gov didn't have to call as many witnesses) in exchange for the dismissal of two charges.

Watada then presented information that was in conflict with the Stip of fact- so the judge felt that he could not accept it.

I saw that Watada's attorney is saying that double jeopardy (can't try a person for the came crime twice) has attached and the case won't be retried.

I think that is all smoke and mirrors for the press or wishful thinking on the part of the civilian attorney.

My guess is that the government is gearing up to re-charge him in the near future and we will hear about it in the next few weeks or so.


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by John on Feb 22, 2007 | Observations on things Military

Occam’s Punji Stake

The Time: 2130 of the night following this incident.

The Place: The command bunker of the Tay Do Two Battalion Commander, twenty feet below the surface of a garden in Phong Dinh Province, RVN.

Colonel Trinh Vo Thanh placed Sergeant Van’s report on the field table, then placed both palms flat, flanking the message. He shifted his gaze to the rammed-earth ceiling and thought, Van is reliable and his employment as a day laborer for the American engineers produces valuable intelligence – and how he managed to smuggle that miniature camera into their base was a tale in itself. But sometimes he will intuit a conclusion without considering all the factors. Something is left unsaid in this report.

He called toward the anteroom and told his adjutant to send Phouc, the message runner, to him. Phouc ducked in through the low entryway, then stood at rigid attention.

Trinh smiled to ease Phouc’s apprehension. “Soldier Phouc, you have performed your mission well. But I feel that I may have missed something of import in the message. Now you may set Soldier Phouc aside and become Young Brother Phouc, as I will set aside Battalion Commander Trinh – we will sit together and my Young Brother will tell the tale of this morning’s events to his Eldest Brother…”

Phouc told Trinh of the work party’s interruption by the sound of approaching helicopters: “We could tell they were Frogs (UH-1s), not Sharks (AH-1s) or Bees (OH-6s) by the sounds, but we didn’t know if they were just Frogs or the Muttering Death (gunships, particularly UH-1Ds or-Hs in Nighthawk configuration). We dispersed to our fighting positions beneath the trees and pulled our covers over us…”

When Phouc finished his story, Trinh said, “That was a most excellent story. Thank you, Young Brother. Please wait outside.” Van decided that the Americans’ morale was low, but what Phouc described was either a highly aggressive reconnaissance or – oh, seven hells! – a very concentrated tree-killing. Trinh fervently hoped it was the former; he had personally chosen the site for the forward base because it was deep inside the woods and because it was in close proximity to his protector’s main cash crop.

Nuc mau. Tiger grass.

Which, in turn, was planted there because it was on land that bordered his protector’s holdings. And the American politicians had told their soldiers to keep their noses out of Vietnamese politics and leave the Vietnamese politicians to the American politicians…

Seven hells and the hells beneath the hells. If the Americans had indeed sprayed their chemicals on the nuc mau, he would have to placate his protector in a very visible manner…

“Soldier Phouc!”

Phouc bolted through the entryway, eyes wide. “Sir!”

“Soldier Phouc, memorize this message and repeat it to Sergeant Van: ‘You know the unit that flies the tree-killing missions. You said you saw the pilots. I want their pictures by tomorrow evening.’ Soldier Phouc, you are dismissed!”

“Sir!” Phouc exited at a crouching run.

Colonel Trinh looked at his watch. Midnight. Phouc would deliver his message by 0300 and Sergeant Van would be on the Americans’ base by 0630.

Trinh made a mental note to visit his protector at 0730 with a request…

To be continued...

Hang in there, kids (and just how many of you have been keeping up with the timeline, hmmmmm?

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by CW4BillT on Feb 22, 2007 | This is no Sh*t!

February 21, 2007

H&I* Fires, 21 FEB 2007

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Given my post on the subject below - here's La Malkin's round-up on the WaPo Walter Reed story. You want to click through - our own Fuzzybear Lioness garned the attention of La Malkin! -the Armorer

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Chris Hitchens on "The War Within Islam."

The Thin Veil of Hate. H/t, Kiwi's Mom. -the Armorer

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Today seems inordinately short in the HI Fires, so I'll jump in...

You know the Navy is in charge when...three out of the five top stories on Centcom home page are about the Navy

You know you've been in Baghdad too long when...

AAR for KC Soldiers' Angels Armory Nights and Snake Saturday Parade Planning . A reminder, we still need people to walk with the float. We are looking for anyone that wants to show they support the troops. Parade is March 10 at 11 AM (parade staging arrival time To Be Announced). Please contact KC Soldiers' Angels if you are interested.

-Kat
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Looking at SangerM’s snaps, made me a wee bit nostalgic for the good ol’ fashioned Cold War days. And speaking of Ol’Fashioned, how ‘bout that old Wendy’s Commercial A Ruskie Fashion Show. I do miss those simpler times.

But alas, in a quiet corner of this good earth, such things are still going strong. I say, Move Over Donna Karan, Gucci, Messrs. Klein and Hilfiger, for The Great Brilliant Leader is The Great Fashionista too.

Now, How do you say Swim-Vare in Korean. MANSE! - BOQ
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by Denizens on Feb 21, 2007 | General Commentary

A modest proposal.

Chuck Ziegenfuss has an excellent post on what's right and wrong at Walter Reed.

I've griped about it in this space. I'll put my money where my mouth is.

Secretary Harvey - since the command of the Med-Hold unit is apparently a non-career-enhancing headache that doesn't attract necessarily the best and brightest - I have an offer. My career is over, and needs no enhancing. Recall me. I'll happily take command of that company. I've got a good 1SG in mind, too - if you don't mind pulling in a Reservist for that position. Just sayin'. And oh yeah, I'm deadly serious about that.

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by John on Feb 21, 2007 | Observations on things Military

More obscene amenities...

Hey, Cold Warriors! And some of you younger ones, too.

Remember how *good* these looked when you got to get into 'em at Graf and Hohenfels?

Hohenfels barracks, late 70's.

Positively luxurious. What with the walk through the mud and the slush to get to the latrines to shite, shower, and shave and all.

Courtesy of Sanger, this shot is of his barracks at Hohenfels. But they could be training area barracks anywhere in Germany at the time. And maybe still today.

Sanger sent along another shot of a multi-tasking leader using one of the luxurious latrine facilities at Fort Hood.

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by John on Feb 21, 2007 | Observations on things Military

Juxtaposed...

This nice chirpy news release regarding not just Walter Reed, but Bethesda as well, popped into the box yesterday.

NEWS RELEASES from the United States Department of Defense

No. 198-07 IMMEDIATE RELEASE
February 20, 2007
Media Contact: (703) 697-5131/697-5132
Public/Industry(703) 428-0711

Department to Review Military Medical Rehabilitative and Administrative Care

The Secretary of the Army and the Secretary of the Navy have begun a review of the medical care provided at Walter Reed Army Medical Center and the National Naval Medical Center to those wounded in service to their country. To complement these efforts an independent review group will be formed to look into outpatient care and administrative processes at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center and the National Naval Medical Center.

The group shall promptly conduct its work and report its findings and provide recommendations to the Secretaries of the Army and Navy and the Assistant Secretary of Defense for Health Affairs.

"The quality of medical and rehabilitative care for all service members at our DoD facilities is second to none," said Dr. William Winkenwerder Jr., assistant secretary of defense for health affairs."We are committed to improving the clinical and administrative processes, including
improving temporary living conditions for our service members and their families."

The group will have unrestricted access to all facilities and personnel and will be provided appropriate assistance and administrative support to conduct this review.

The group shall also have a special advisor not serving as a member of the group, who can provide special advice and expertise in the area of social work, rehabilitation, psychological counseling and family support issues.

One hopes that this group will include some representatives from oh, DAV, American Legion, VFW, etc. My thought there being it would be good to have some long-service veterans there who can ask the right questions about the "Commander-1SG" level of administration (where, at a minimum, this ugliness should have been caught) without being an active duty guy worried about consequences. Things like this are exactly why I joined the DAV.

Why is it important? MG Weightman, or whoever is convening this board may have perfect intentions - and should be given a chance to diagnose and fix the problem... with the acknowledgement that it happened on their watch and the only reason it's being fixed right now is because the MSM, in the guise of Dana Priest of the Washington Post, stuck it's nose into it.

Hunter, in an email to me, expressed it thusly.

As Lawdog put it on another subject, nothing like closing the door with the sound of thundering hooves fading in the distance. Someone (or many) should be getting poor OERs on this one. But, then again, I see it slipping into the vast sludge pool of "not my fault". And what exactly constitutes "...appropriate assistance..."?

Hunter

I called and put in my bid to be on the board. No, I know they aren't going to accept me. No loose cannons will be allowed, which is okay, as long as they are about finding and fixing and not shucking and jiving.

Is it important? Oh, yeah. JR Salzman, the recently-wounded milblogger, is, by all accounts a good, loyal, and capable soldier. He just moved into the Fisher House at WRAMC, so things are in somewise improving for him. But here's a smart, loyal, capable and articulate soldier - and here's what *he* had to say about WRAMC and the WaPo article...

I have read what is definitely the most accurate story on Walter Reed Army Medical Center, my home since Christmas Eve 2006, and for many months to come. The original investigating media outlet is the Washington Post, but other media outlets are picking it up. Let’s hope others continue to do so and spread the word. It needs to get fixed.

Go read the rest here.

And start jumping up and down with your Congressional Delegations. Write letters to the editor. Blog it.

We are 5 god-damned years into the war, and the institutional side of the services, seemingly at the highest level, still act like it's peacetime. The pay system, especially for reservists, is still riddled with glitches, however much better it may be from the absolute travesty it was when we first started activating the Guard and Reserve - the VA is still under-funded for it's regular load, leave alone the new load being generated by the IED War - and the VA is still dealing with a large number of WWII and Korea vets, with the Vietnam-era vets now hitting the system as geriatrics...

I've always been annoyed that we've been trying to do this war on the cheap - understanding that we don't want to bankrupt ourselves... that said, there is a storm brewing out there, regardless - we've got the human casualty bill due right now, and that will last for a long time... and we are still burying our head in the sand about the hardware bill coming due in the near future as we are wearing out the gear one heck of a lot faster than we're replacing it.

Lots of hard problems. Let's hear the plan to fix it.

From anybody.

And I'm *still* available for recall.

Hunter closed our email chat with this:

So, along the idea of good NCOs doing what they should be doing, how does the Medical Hold unit First Sergeant let all of this happen. That is, I guess that it is a MedHold.

This is what is really bothering me, that either the First Sergeant was ignored or he was incompetent. There will be some finger pointing, for sure, but I already know where the really sad part of this lays. Ignorance or incompetence.

So, I find myself feeling the same way here as I did about Abu Ghraib.

More scalps, please. How dare you garret trooper pissants treat soldiers this way.

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by John on Feb 21, 2007 | Global War on Terror (GWOT)

Word from the front.

From an email:

I read your blog regularly. My son is on his second tour of duty in Baghdad this time with the 1st Cav. He wrote me the following tonight that I thought you might like to see. Thanks for your support of the troops and their families.

I asked if I could publish it.

Sure. Did not think it would fit your blog but I would be honored. To be more exact, as I know you have exacting readers, our son Captain Jon Brooks serves currently as the battle captain for 2-12 1st Cav 4th Brigade out of Fort Bliss , Tx . They have been in country since late October. Jon’s first tour of duty was from 2003 to 2004 with 1-37 1st Armored out of Freiberg, Germany . During that tour he was wounded once by an IED. So news like this makes us thankful for prayers for our troops and grateful for the advanced equipment the men of women of America make in places like Dayton , Ohio and others plants across this nation. We believe in the power and protection of prayer and a good M1A1 tank!

So, here is the note from Jon. Perhaps we'll get lucky and hear more from him.

I know there are many people praying for me and for all the troops over here daily. It's been months now, and seems like a lot longer, that I've been here in the command post and in the loop on everything that goes on. The more I've seen of what happens I'm convinced that I'm seeing the concrete results of those prayers every day.

It struck me first on a day when RPG rounds kept hitting our vehicles and not detonating. Maybe it was multiple RPG rounds over a few days but it sort of all blurs together. There are the IEDs that continue to detonate on our patrols with no casualties, small arms fire that continues to miss. In the nuance and chance of war that I oversee I have seen the hand of God protecting our soldiers. Now, there is no event where, in air quotes, all have stood in awe and gawked as the laws of physics were broken by rays of heavenly sunlight, end air quotes. Nothing that would ever get on CNN as a miracle worked by God. But, then that wouldn't be in keeping with the idea of Faith. And, yes, people get hurt. And, yes, my battalion lost a soldier last week. But for the amount of enemy contact we see, the number of events and all the attempts to kill American soldiers made every day a grain of faith is all that is needed to see the hand of God.

What was at first just a feeling I had that all this was because of prayers for us over here I think now is God telling me that this "luck" IS because of prayers for us over here. That every day as righteous people pray for American soldiers in Iraq God IS answering those prayers. This happens all the time. The Lord is providing amazing protection in a bullet just off the mark, an RPG that doesn't detonate, an IED that goes off a moment too late or too soon to do damage, protection that will never be seen by the world as miraculous, but that faith shows to be the Lords protection. Anyway, whoever you know that prays for us over here tell them Thank You. And, oh yeah, please keep it up!

I think I remember now writing you about the same thing the last time I was over here. Not sure, it does all blur together a bit. Anyway, I felt lead to share this with you. Pass it on to a few people if you want to. I think the people who are praying for the troops need to know that their prayers are being answered every single day in amazing ways, miraculous ways, inexplicable ways, mysterious ways, ways I'll never know but don't need to because it's working. The hand of God is protecting American troops. They'll never see it on the news. The news doesn't show things that take faith to see.

Love,

Jon

Mark, Jon, consider the message passed.

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by John on Feb 21, 2007 | Observations on things Military

And Prequel is Sequel…

When I’d been map-briefed on the area I was scheduled to spray that morning, something small, cold and prickly settled between my shoulder blades and started to dig. I’d flown over the overgrown paddies and double-canopy woods at least fifty times, and always above 1,500 feet. It never ceased to amaze me that there were so many well-used trails in the middle of a Free Fire Zone, even though it was Tay Do Two battalion’s home turf.

I didn’t like the idea of flying through the area at treetop-level.

I didn’t like the idea of flying through the area at 40 knots.

I didn’t like the area, period.

Nothing personal, just an irrational desire to live through the next three hours…

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Some quick background: The Air Force defoliation program, Ranch Hand, used C-123s rigged with a pair of fifty-foot ag-spray booms bolted beneath the wings to lavishly drench large tracts of jungle with herbicides to expose major infiltration routes, large enemy base camps, bunker complexes, and so forth. The Army defoliation program, Autumn Mist [John and a couple of the Usual Suspects will find that an interesting choice of code name], used Hueys rigged with a pair of eight-foot ag-spray booms wired to the fuselage to surgically spritz individual treelines with herbicides to expose trails, VC/NVA overnight bivouacs, individual bunkers, and so forth.

The C-123s flew relatively fast, in straight lines and collected a lot of bullet holes.
The Hueys flew really slow, jinking constantly and collected even more bullet holes – because we also inherited those areas the Air Force considered too dangerous…

FYI, Agent Orange feels sticky and tastes oily. If the subject ever comes up at a party, you’ll dazzle ‘em...

Now, most Autumn Mist pilots flew at sixty knots and stayed about five feet above the trees, which minimized their time in the Dead Man’s Zone, but caused excessive spray drift when they were flying in a crosswind. Which meant incomplete coverage of the target. Which meant another trip into the area to clean up the missed areas. Which also meant they were traveling at the optimum speed for someone leading the aircraft by ten feet, which was pretty much what the VC Field Manual for Shooting Helicopters Down recommended. I flew at forty knots, dragging my skids in the treetops, which resulted in minimal crosswind drifting, so all the vegetation got the full benefit of the spray. Which also meant that somebody leading me by ten feet was missing my nose by about four feet. I calculated the increased exposure time and heightened pucker factor was worth not becoming a frequent flyer over a known nasty area. And I flew with the doors off, so I could track the treetops with my peripheral vision, too. Although, if they'd been bulletproof...

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The Time: About 0915, roughly a week after this incident.

The Place: Seven miles southeast of the city of Can Tho, Phong Dinh Province, RVN.

"Coming up on the first point in three…two…one…start spray."

"Roger, start spray."

The little donkey engine strapped to the transmission well changed pitch as it began sucking liquid instead of air. I was absorbed with keeping the belly of the Huey from hitting the trees but still realized that the small, cold prickly feeling between my shoulder blades had just crawled up to the nape of my neck. While my Peter Pilot covered our left front quadrant with his M-16, I kept scanning for tree limbs, muzzle flashes, tree limbs, RPG backblasts, tree limbs, tracers, tree limbs –

And then my gunner screamed, "SIR! Break left! BREAK LEFT! NOW!"

My heart grabbed my tonsils, small-cold-and-prickly gibbered and clawed its way into my skull and I slammed the cyclic left and aft to pull the ag-boom out of the trees.

"What is it? What is it?"

[Cripes, if it’s an RPG or a missile, I’ll have to dive to the other side of the woodline and tuck in close; if it’s small arms, I’ll have to increase speed to climb out of range; if it’s a fifty-one, I’ll have to stay low and get out of range as fast as possible. Oh-geez-oh-geez-oh-geez, if I screw up this up, we’re all dead…]

"WHAT IS IT?!?"

"Sir, she’s the world’s biggest pot plant – she’s huge! Must be forty feet tall and thirty feet around! We almost sprayed her!"

My heart sank down into my stomach, small-cold-and-prickly joined it, I started a slow climb back to treetop level.

"You. Scared. The. Living. H*ll. Out. Of. Me. For. A. WEED?!?"

"She’s not a weed, Sir, she’s the goddess Sativa! Just look at her – she’s beautiful! We almost killed her, Sir…"

I won’t even attempt to recreate the ensuing diatribe and the aerial gyrations. Suffice it to say that I saturated an area the size of Yankee Stadium with fifty gallons of Dow Chemical’s Liquid Bulldozer, cussing a blue streak the entire time...

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The working party from Strive Valiantly Company watched in silence as the American helicopter with the odd, protruding tubes climbed skyward. When it vanished behind the trees, Sergeant Van Lanh Thu clambered from the half-built bunker and quietly ordered his squad back to work. They quickly removed the camouflage from the stack of red roofing tiles and placed their weapons nearby. Van examined the red-brown film on a nearby nipa palm; the film had formed soon after the helicopter had arrived over his position. It had flown so low, he had seen the pilots’ faces.

He rubbed the leaf between his fingers. He smelled his fingertips, then tentatively touched his index finger to his tongue.

Oil, he thought. Muttering Death leaks oil. Shoddy maintenance is a sign of poor morale.

He wiped his fingers on his blue fatigue shirt.

Eldest Brother will be interested. He signaled a man carrying a woodcutter's axe. "Younger Brother Phouc, I have a message which you have the honor of delivering..."

To be continued...

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by CW4BillT on Feb 21, 2007 | This is no Sh*t!

February 20, 2007

H&I* Fires, 20 FEB 2007

Open post for those with something to share, updated through the day. New, complete posts come in below this one. Note: If trackbacking, please acknowledge this post in your post. That's only polite. [Hey - trackbacks work again!]

You're advertising here, we should get an ad at your place...

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Bill Lind asks what Distributed Operations means to the current USMC, and I don’t think he likes the answer.
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Last week it was Britain and Afghanistan pressuring Pakistan. This week it’s Secretary Rice.
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The old school Catholic in me approves of the move. The old school American in me disapproves vehemently. The Army should let a Wiccan be a Chaplain, especially if the guy is conversant in so many different religions that he can speak to all in his flock.

(How’s that for being conflicted, Trias?)
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Unlike the PLAN sub force, I’m amused by this development out of Venezuela. Eleven. Eleven, nine new and two ancient, diesel boats trying to close off the Caribbean from the USN is what they plan to do.
Diesels are no joke considering some of the modern boats and their capabilities; just ask the crews training against the Gotland. Yet, eleven can’t do it. The PLAN has a total sub force of 80+ boats with nine being nucs. This is a whole lot different even without taking into account crew training standards.

This has to be purely for domestic political play, for bullying neighbors, and for ego. There’s no way Hugo can think that 11 subs can keep the USN out of the Caribbean or inflict enough damage to keep us from trying to transit if we ever decided to move against him. He may be crazy, but his staff isn’t stupid.
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Jules Crittenden talks about who he thinks is the best combat blogger in Iraq - Teflon Don.

Castle Argghhh! is a Googlewhack. Click here and search for Denny - Yorkshire (no, that's not the whack - if I published that... it wouldn't be a whack any more, would it? What's a Googlewhack? It's when you type two words into Google and get a single site in your results. H/t, Denny from Yorkshire. -the Armorer
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Latest on Building 18 from WAPO.
Maggie

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I see Maggie beat me to it! Andi's World has some nice coverage, too. - FbL

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Jules Crittenden on Scott Horton on Abu Ghraib, and summary courts and executions. Whee! -the Armorer

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An interesting discussion of military deaths over time - peacetime and wartime. Posted by the Blogfather at The Corner. -the Armorer

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Re: Bldg 18. Uncle Jimbo has some observations and advice. Uncle Jimbo is a poster child for why having a good, strong NCO corps is *important*. They get stuff done, freeing us officers to pose and posture and try to finagle the big picture.

Moving on to something else - the joys and dangers of taking 8th Graders to DC... via Heidi's Mom. -the Armorer

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by Denizens on Feb 20, 2007 | General Commentary

Things that make you go... hmmmm.

Interesting comments from an Iraqi blogger, Nibras Kazimi who is currently a Visiting Scholar at the Hudson Institute [emphasis important in context to the end of this post] in Washington DC. He blogs at Talisman Gate. An excerpt:

Insurgents' Dirty Laundry on Air

I was wondering how the current spate of jihadist-on-jihadist strife is going to be revealed to the public at large, but I never contemplated that it will be done on a jihadist satellite station, Al-Zawra, and through the person of the slimy nutcase who owns it, Mishaan al-Jebouri.

Al-Zawra TV had become the premier jihadist propaganda tool; it was mostly focused on entertainment programming but began to air pro-insurgency rhetoric after Jebouri was stripped of his parliamentary immunity on charges of corruption and aiding the insurgency. What Al-Zawra basically did was to retransmit the jihadist videos that are being posted on the internet-mostly scenes of attacks on U.S. soldiers and Iraqi troops-to a much larger pan-Middle Eastern audience through the use of satellite technology; an audience that for the most part is not connected to the web. This made Al-Zawra immediately popular across the region, and it was being lauded by jihadists everywhere, even though some had expressed doubts over its 'opportunistic' management.

But a few days ago, Al-Zawra began running some anti-Al-Qaeda messages in its news ticker, and the jihadists began to mumble and some even penned invectives against al-Jebouri.

Yesterday, however, Al-Jebouri gave a whole anti-Al-Qaeda speech and this drove the jihadists berserk: the premier jihadist organ had begun to badmouth the jihad!

These are al-Jebouri's main points:

-Al-Qaeda provoked the Shi'as and then failed to protect the Sunnis from retaliation.

-Al-Qaeda is forcing all the other insurgent groups to pledge allegiance to the Islamic State of Iraq under Abu Omar al-Baghdadi, and is punishing the hold-outs.

-Al-Qaeda is killing and abducting Sunni notables who were part of the insurgency.

-Al-Qaeda wants to impose a Taliban-like Islamic State on Iraqi Sunnis, who are the worse for it-they don't even have enough to eat.

-Al-Qaeda killed an emissary sent by al-Jebouri, who has wanted to negotiate with al-Baghdadi.

-Iraqi Sunnis across the board are preparing to clash with Al-Qaeda as is already happening in Anbar Province.

Al-Jebouri gets into details and names names, and he addresses his speech to Abu Omar al-Baghdadi, questioning the validity of pledging allegiance to an anonymous phantom.

Read the rest of that post here.

Just for a compare and contrast... take a look at retired LTG Odom in the WaPo:

Victory Is Not an Option The Mission Can't Be Accomplished -- It's Time for a New Strategy

By William E. Odom
Sunday, February 11, 2007; B01

The new National Intelligence Estimate on Iraq starkly delineates the gulf that separates President Bush's illusions from the realities of the war. Victory, as the president sees it, requires a stable liberal democracy in Iraq that is pro-American. The NIE describes a war that has no chance of producing that result. In this critical respect, the NIE, the consensus judgment of all the U.S. intelligence agencies, is a declaration of defeat.

Its gloomy implications -- hedged, as intelligence agencies prefer, in rubbery language that cannot soften its impact -- put the intelligence community and the American public on the same page. The public awakened to the reality of failure in Iraq last year and turned the Republicans out of control of Congress to wake it up. But a majority of its members are still asleep, or only half-awake to their new writ to end the war soon.

Perhaps this is not surprising. Americans do not warm to defeat or failure, and our politicians are famously reluctant to admit their own responsibility for anything resembling those un-American outcomes. So they beat around the bush, wringing hands and debating "nonbinding resolutions" that oppose the president's plan to increase the number of U.S. troops in Iraq.

For the moment, the collision of the public's clarity of mind, the president's relentless pursuit of defeat and Congress's anxiety has paralyzed us. We may be doomed to two more years of chasing the mirage of democracy in Iraq and possibly widening the war to Iran. But this is not inevitable. A Congress, or a president, prepared to quit the game of "who gets the blame" could begin to alter American strategy in ways that will vastly improve the prospects of a more stable Middle East.

Who do you believe when you are trying to make sense of it all?

Of course - aside from places like this (the blogs, not the Castle specifically) - where do you find coverage and analysis like this? Certainly not inside the bubble that is the MSM. Sigh, and most of us can't get inside the bubble of the intel community - and those who can ought to keep their mouths shut, though that seems rare enough these days...

Oh, and who is William Odom?

William E. Odom, a retired Army lieutenant general, was head of Army intelligence and director of the National Security Agency under Ronald Reagan. He served on the National Security Council staff under Jimmy Carter. A West Point graduate with a PhD from Columbia, Odom teaches at Yale and is a fellow of the Hudson Institute.

I'd like to sit in the cafeteria at lunch with these two.

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by John on Feb 20, 2007 | Global War on Terror (GWOT)

A fight with the bureaucracy...

So, Bldg 18 is to be fixed - and quickly (see links in the H&I Fires, above)

The facility's commander, Maj. Gen. George W. Weightman, said Army staff members inspected each of the 54 rooms at the building and discovered that outstanding repair orders for half the rooms had not been completed. He said that mold removal had begun on several rooms and that holes in ceilings, stained carpets and leaking faucets were being fixed.

One can't help but feel, General, that there is *still* a problem with how your organization does business if it took the Washington Post to help you discover those "outstanding repair orders" had not been completed.

Better late than never - but one hopes there are a few efficiency reports and counseling statements that will fill their own little niche of "outstanding repair orders" and if any medals are awarded for this sudden burst of efficiency, they don't go to someone who fixed a problem of their own creation. Unless, of course, it is metaphorically equivalent to this case...

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by John on Feb 20, 2007 | Observations on things Military

Speaking of deja vu...

...as I did elsewhere.

How about a stroll down memory lane, pre-VOLAR?*

Pre-VOLAR barracks room.

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by John on Feb 20, 2007 | Something for the Soul

A pox on all their houses...

...or why I cringe when I hear politicians speak. Especially ones with a record.

I linked on Sunday to Powerline's post about Representative Johnson's speech against the House Resolution expressing a lack of support for the surge. It's all about supporting the troops. And I have no doubt he meant it when he said it.

“We pledged to quit griping about the way the government was running the war in Vietnam and do something about it… We decided that we would run for office and try to make America a better place for all.


“So – little did I know back in my rat-infested 3 x 8 dark and filthy cell that 34 years after my departure from Hell on Earth… I would spend the anniversary of my release pleading for a House panel to back my measure to support and fully fund the troops in harm’s way….and that just days later I would be on the floor of the U.S. House of Representatives surrounded by distinguished veterans urging Congress to support our troops to the hilt.


Of course, he also said this:

I wholeheartedly support withholding funds... Although it is a drastic step and ties the President's hands, I do not feel like we have any other choice. The President has tied our hands, gone against the wishes of the American people, and this is the last best way I know how to show my respect for our American servicemen and women. They are helpless, following orders...

And this...

Thirty years ago when I was sent to Vietnam in a similar situation, Vietnam started out as a peace type mission, no defined goal, no exit strategy, no idea whose side we were on, and a created incident to gain support of the Congress. A peacekeeping mission? Come on. Does this not sound just like a carbon copy? I think it is.

He said *that* in regard to President Clinton's sending of troops into Bosnia. As I noted earlier in other posts and comments - I tire of the political class, for whom everything is political, and their bedrock seems to be... power. Which is all the more argument for throwing the bums out of power periodically - as the Republicans just discovered.

I know. D-uh statement. No, the situations aren't identical - the risks aren't the same, the consequences are different. But I suspect Representative Johnson's motivations, both times, were sincere, but more informed by politics than bedrock principle. I think the same of Representative Murtha.

It's one reason why, as you get older, you get more resigned - because you see the circles.

Circles you ask? Yeah, circles. Let us see what... Representative Murtha had to say on the subject of a Sense of the Congress Resolution and on the goodness of cutting off funding... added emphasis is mine.

Mr. MURTHA. Mr. Speaker, could I ask the gentleman from New York [Mr. GILMAN], the chairman of the committee, what effect does this have on the law?

Mr. GILMAN. If the gentleman will yield, the effect is that it is a sense of Congress resolution.

Mr. MURTHA. It has no effect at all.

Mr. GILMAN. It just expresses the House feeling about an important measure.

Mr. MURTHA. I understand. But I wanted to make sure. What I am concerned about, Mr.
Chairman, is the possibility of the people who are negotiating after 4 years, and I have been to Bosnia 5 times and I know the Chairman has been over there. I am concerned they may misunderstand us trying to actually resolve this situation by all at once sending the wrong kind of message. There is no question that in a sense of Congress, we are saying that American troops ought to be authorized before they are sent. We are not cutting off funds. We are not doing anything to stop the deployment of troops. We are just saying that a sense of Congress is not to count on it. That is what we are saying.

Mr. GILMAN. If the gentleman would further yield, the second paragraph in the resolution really speaks for all of us, that no U.S. Armed Forces should be deployed on the ground in a territory
of the Republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina to enforce a peace agreement until the Congress has approved such a deployment. To answer the gentleman’s question, there is no mandate or no prohibition, but it is a sense of the Congress asking the President to come to us for approval.

Mr. MURTHA. The reason that I asked the gentleman the question is because of my concern of mixed signals that we could be sending. I think all of us have the same mission. All of us want to stop the fighting. All of us want to contain the fighting. When I was in Bosnia just a few weeks ago, the people were so happy that the fighting had stopped, the fact that they could continue their lives in some sort of normalcy. I just did not want there to be any mistake by the negotiators that we were actually doing something that would prohibit the U.S. troops. I have a great concern myself about U.S. troops being deployed and at this point would not agree until I saw what the agreement is, and I think we should all take that situation. I think the President should ask for authorization. But I wanted to make sure that the negotiators did not misunderstand that this is only a sense of Congress and that we have a concern about stopping the fighting, and this does not prohibit in any way American troops from being deployed if the President finally decides to deploy troops.

Mr. GILMAN. If the gentleman would further yield, I thank him for underscoring the position of the House with regard to this measure.

Mr. MURTHA. It is a sense of Congress resolution, it has no effect in law, and I would ask the Members to vote against it in order not to confuse the negotiators and reduce our ability to
have an impact on settling this peaceably.

Quoted text from the Congressional Record available here.

Feh. A pox on all their houses.

Politicians, can't live with 'em, don't have much to choose from, and the alternative is worse.

Bleah.

Morale is low at Castle Argghhh! Not only do we wallow in the hypocrisy of the political class (I've slammed Democrats, I'll slam anyone else) but we find ourselves having to h/t Digby for the pointer regarding Representative Johnson and Bosnia- because we didn't want to see what the record was, even though as we thought about it, there was a vague sense of disquieting deja vu..

Sigh.

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by John on Feb 20, 2007 | Politics

Sequel As Prequel

The Time: 0730 on the morning of a day three weeks prior to the vignette I recounted yesterday.

The Place: Flight Operations, 162d Assault Helicopter Company.

The Cast: The 164th Combat Aviation Group S2, three Copperhead Aircraft Commanders (gunship guys) and an Air Mission Commander (me) from the 162d, a Mission Commander from the 9th Division, Army of the Republic of Vietnam and his US counterpart.

“Gentlemen -- our old friends in Tay Do Two are at it again.”

Tay Do Two was what remained of the local VC battalion. The original Tay Do battalion had been all but destroyed during Tet ’69; the commander and his staff had survived, though, and were reconstituting, maintaining the original designation. We added the “Two” to remind them that their predecessors had been creamed, and we knew that they’d heard the message -- they had an *amazing* intel network. Tay Do Two "companies" had been fielding nothing larger than roving squad-sized elements for about a year, confining their activities to sniping at patrols (and sometimes at us during pre-dawn preflights), firing the odd mortar or RPG at the RVN forts scattered throughout Phong Dinh Province and generally making a nuisance of themselves.

“Agent reports indicate that they’ll be conducting a briefing for some visitors from up north this morning at 0900, and the meeting place is this patch of woods just across the river. If you climb up that water tower, you can see the area from right here. A three-klick long patch of woods extending from the riverbank to here has been designated a Free Fire Zone, beginning today at 0900 and ending at 1000. Beginning at 0800, civilian traffic southbound along QL4 will be held at a roadblock two klicks north of the Zone and northbound traffic will be held at the ferry slip on this side of the river. At 0830, two deuce-and-a-halfs will proceed from the north side roadblock to the ferry crossing to police up any stragglers on the road. At 0900, you guys will own the Zone -- no one except Tay Do Two and their guests will be in those woods, on the road, or in the paddies west of the woods. Captain Tuttle runs the show, but Dai-Uy Trung has final say on anything unforeseen that pops up. Questions?”

Yup.

I asked, “How far on either side of the woods does the Zone extend?”

“The edge of the woods is the boundary.”

Copperhead Three-Six asked, “How about evaders from the Zone -- are they righteous targets?”

“Anyone running along QL4 after the action starts will be picked up by 9th ARVN at the roadblock. And no one will take to the paddies -- nobody’s dumb enough to try to run through knee-deep swamp water to get away from helicopters.”

I looked at the Copperheads and they were trying hard to keep poker-faced. About two months previously, we’d caught fifty NVA west of Moc Hoa attempting to do just that…

At the aircraft:

“Back Seat, I’ll be flying from the right side, so you and Dai-Uy Trung can go ahead and strap in facing out to the right. I’ll take off first and the Copperheads will follow in trail, ten seconds later. They’ll be right behind us when we hit the Zone. We’re going in low and fast -- if you see anybody down in the trees, tell the crewchief to pop smoke on ‘em so the guns can engage.” We carried five red smoke grenades for marking targets. And two violet ones to mark our own position for the fast-movers in case we crashed…

We cranked at 0850, ran through power and commo checks, then stayed at full throttle until 0858.

“You’ve got the controls. Normal takeoff until we get to fifty feet, then level off, grab an armful of pitch and scream for the river. When you see the treeline, fly to the left of it and maintain speed and altitude, okay?”

“Roger that. I’ve got the controls.”

“Can Tho Tower, Vulture One-Five’s a single H-model in the Roost with a heavy fire team of Charlie-models in the Snake Pit – northeast departure in sequence across the blue, then we’ll be low, working the treelines parallel to the extended centerline.”

“One-Five and flight of three, from present positions, cleared for departure in sequence. You guys going after something I should be worried about?”

“Probably. One-Five and guns are on the go.”

Might as well let *him* sweat, too…

I saw the woods as soon as we passed through forty feet. Across 500 meters of muddy river, slight right turn to parallel the trees and--

“Geez! People, people, people!”

The woods erupted with running figures -- all splashing through the paddies toward the double-canopy woods a half mile away.

“Hey, Three-Six -- get some rockets into the Zone, fast!”

“Roger!”

“One-Five, Three-Three! Can we bust these guys in the open? I see at least seven carrying weapons!”

“Three-Niner’s got a guy with an RPG!”

Frack. The Zone ended at the woodline.

“Dai-Uy Trung! Can we engage those VC in the open?” I turned around and saw a very miserable ARVN back-seater grit his teeth and say, “They have escaped the trap.”

And he’d been put into one. If he allowed us to kill the runners, he would be crucified for disobeying orders. If he refused to allow us to kill them, he would be crucified for letting them escape unharmed.

“We can’t kill them? Even the ones who are armed?”

“No. No…”

I suddenly thought of a third option.

“Well, can we capture them?”

Dai-Uy Trung grinned. “YES!”

“Three-Six, take Three-Niner and see if you can scare Charles back into the woods! Three-Three, frag off and pick up an orbit on me – I’m going body-snatching!”

“I still have the controls, right?”

“You sure do! See those three running in a cluster at two o’clock? Come at them from behind, dust ‘em off and put us down between them and the trees! I want both -60s on the right side, now! Both Dai-Uy Back-Seats -- hang on to your weapons!”

And down we went.

Why did I pick those three? Well, the one in the white shirt and blue pants was obviously a woman by the way she was running and she was wearing sneakers, not sandals. That meant she wasn’t local and was someone important. The guy in the blue shirt and olive green pants to her right was helping her run, and he was wearing sneakers, too. That meant he was her bodyguard, which meant she was someone *very* important. And the guy in the black PJs to her left kept pulling ahead, then turning back to help, and he was barefoot. That meant he was local, he was their guide and babysitter and it’d be his neck if anything happened to her. Which meant that she was very important indeed…

Ever have a Huey slam into the ground directly in front of you? It can be disconcerting.

They were very disconcerted. And very confused. And very wet.

Three-Three roared past in a low orbit and the sight of the rocket pods, minigun and grinning gunners brought their confusion to a screeching halt. The woman appeared so relieved not to have been killed outright that she almost threw herself into Dai-Uy Trung’s lap. Her bodyguard shrugged and stuck out his hands to be pulled aboard, rather reluctan--

“Black shirt’s reaching for something behind his back!”

The local guide was trying to decide if he could grab whatever he had in his waistband, arm it and use it before he was shredded by the crewchief’s M-60. And he was wavering toward “yes”…

“Point the gun between his eyes, smile and wave at him!”

He stopped reaching for whatever he had and waved back. Works every time.

A sudden motion caught his eye. He glanced at the cockpit and saw my arm outstretched toward his head, with my M1911 attached at the end. His hands went behind his neck, very, very slowly. The gunner hopped out, removed the grenade from his waistband and helped him aboard.

“Holy…hey, Sir, Back-Seat’s been going through the female’s dittybag. So far, he’s pulled out a K-54 and a blade and about a dozen green GI notepads and some kind of ID booklet and a wad of cash that’d choke the Jolly Green Giant. We hit paydirt!”

“Good. Strap everybody in -- I don’t want these jokers trying for a high dive into the Mekong after we pull pitch. Hey, Back-Seat, did we make Dai-Uy Trung happy?”

“Hah. Every time he pulls out another document, his eyes get rounder and his grin gets bigger!”

“Good. Take a break -- I’ve got the controls.”

“You’ve got ‘em!”

“Three-Three, One-Five’s pulling pitch. Three-Six, it’s time to git outta Dodge…”

To be continued…

Heh. Surely you didn't think *that* would'a been enough to hack off a VC battalion commander, did'ja?

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by CW4BillT on Feb 20, 2007 | This is no Sh*t!
Mudville Gazette links with: Dawn Patrol

February 19, 2007

H&I* Fires, 19 FEB 2007

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How different ‘blog communities’ react to problems. Americablog’s way. Fuzzy’s way (read the text in her header if you’re unsure what I’m referring to).
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Former Soviet Union soldiers sound off on Iraq and Afghanistan: Leave while you can because you can’t win. Thanks for the advice, Ivan, we’ll take it under advisement.
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This might wind up on my book wish list: RAND’s Beginner’s Guide to Nation Building. It’s unlikely, whichever party holds sway, that we’re going to get out of this business. Might as well get good at by learning the basics, right? Maybe we ought to order up a copy for every Presidential candidate?
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Of course, Ry, you could just download Beginner’s Guide to Nation Building from here.

Some tidying up -

The Whatzis from last week... a US VT bomb fuze.

The fascinating picture from yesterday - indeed, it is one the of ex-Spanish Pzkw IV's the Syrians lost on the Golan in '67. And yes, it *does* have the muzzle cover on it, which means not only was it a short war, but for that particular tank, it was probably a short battle, too. -the Armorer

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Playing War...what happens when your kid wants to have a "Band of Brothers" themed birthday party. (H/T Counter column)

In honor of Ry/Gollum, Gollum in the Green Zone (scroll down to February 15)

Something for the Scrupples...Scrupples in Afghanistan doing what scrupples always do, guard the moat.

A short round up of a few other interesting stories from Afghanistan, the forgotten war.
-Kat

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The WaPo follow-up: The Wounded are "Combat-addled" Druggies [link fixed]. - FbL

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Another reminder to all local readers, Tuesday night is Armory Night. Soldiers' Angels will be discussing walking in the Snake Saturday Parade. We need volunteers to help with the float and march in the parade. You don't have to be a member of Soldiers' Angels to participate or march in the parade. You just have to want to Support the Troops. We need a presence, folks. Or, we are going to continue to be TSM (the silent majority) that allegedly supports the troops but is never heard from. If you can't make it to armory nights to discuss it, but want to help with the parade or march in it, please contact: soldiersangelsmo-at-gmail-dot-com

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Army Times covers the bureaucratic problems facing wounded outpatients, minus the spin of the WaPo. Well worth a read for those who want to understand the issue.

For lighter and more heart-warming fare: Chuck Z and post-surgery snow shoveling. - FbL

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by Denizens on Feb 19, 2007 | General Commentary

MajMike - this one's for you.

JTG stole my posting thunder today, putting this in the comments of yesterday's H&I Fires. So, I'll yank it up here and let him tell the story.

Calibre missile: main warhead: 137.4 mm 136 mm Warhead: Tandem shaped charges high explosive (HE) Weight: firing post: tripod: thermal imager: missile tube: in tactical container: 5 kg 5 kg 3.5 kg 12.5 kg

Range: 50 m to 600 m

Time of flight to maximum range: 4.3 seconds

Guidance: optically tracked, single wire semi-automatic command to line of sight

Control: thrust vector controlled

Missile velocity at launch: at 600 m: 18 m/s 245 m/s

Rate of fire: 5 missiles in two minutes

Operating conditions: -31°C to 51°C

Sights: optical and thermal imagery

Manufacturers Eryx: Mirabel thermal imager: EVIGS: EPGS: Aerospatiale, France TCO/Asaca, Montreal, Canada Simtran, Montreal, Canada

Livefire demo video available here.

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by John on Feb 19, 2007 | I think it's funny!

In Medias Res

The sun was just rising, so the temperature was only about 110F as I slogged along the PSP taxiway bordering the North Swamp. I passed a Scout pilot single-mindedly preflighting a Loach in the Cav revetments and loosened the underarm fasteners of my chicken plate to let some of the heat out. I wanted a drink of anything cold and wet, and I wanted a shave and a shower to get rid of the night’s accumulation of sweat, dust, blood, jet fuel, gunpowder residue, grease and hydraulic fluid -- aka, Vietnam Helicopter Pilot Flight Funk. I crossed the packed dust of the airfield boundary road and ambled toward my tent, mentally shedding flight gear and praying that the local VC wouldn’t mortar the shower shed while I was in it.

I had just divested myself of armor and armament when the company clerk trotted up and said, “Hey, Dai-Uy, Six wants to see you as soon as you get presentable -- he said take your time, but hurry up.”

*?*

I did a quick-strip, grabbed my soap and towel and dashed to the shower. I wasn’t in trouble, or the invitation to the CO’s office wouldn’t have been delivered so casually. It sure wouldn’t hurt to be prompt, though. Ten minutes later, I was freshly-shaved, de-funked (but still slightly damp) and suitably attired in clean jungle fatigues as I rounded the corner of the admin hut and almost collided with the Boss.

“Well, that was quick -- is the cobra back inside the showers again?”

“No, Sir, but the immersion heater’s out of gas. Not that I don’t enjoy a cold shower as much as anybody else, you understand…”

“Hah. Well, at least you’re fit for polite society, for a change.” He gave me an odd look, then said, “Take my jeep and get on over to 164th Group -- the S2 wants to see you. You’ve got trouble, but not with us.”

*?!?*

I parked the jeep in an empty slot in front of Group HQ, looped the you-can’t-steal-me chain around the six o’clock spoke of the steering wheel and secured the loop with the padlock. I still hadn’t the vaguest idea why the intel staff would want to see me, and my CO’s warning had me just a wee bit apprehensive (Did I dust off an ARVN GO? Did those SEALs go bragging in the wrong bar? Did that TV crew figure out where the CS cloud came from?)...

I stopped before the closed door with the “S2 -- Knock, Then Enter” sign. I knocked, then entered. A captain looked up from the tattered piece of paper he was perusing, rose from desk defilade and peered at me. He turned to the staff sergeant at the desk behind his and said, “Yeah, it’s him, all right.”

*!!?!!*

The captain picked up paper by one corner and held it in front of me. I looked at it and saw --

Me. Walking along the flight line, looking slightly to my left. With a couple of paragraphs of Vietnamese below.

“Do you remember anybody taking your picture recently? Do you know where it was taken? When?”

“Well, judging by the flight gear I’m wearing and the helicopters in the revetments, I’d say the picture was taken on the flight line. And I don’t remember anybody pointing a camera at me, but it had to have been within the past month, ‘cuz you can see the railroad tracks on my collar and I just got promoted on 2 June.”

“Who do you usually see on the flight line?”

*shrug* “Other pilots. Crew chiefs, gunners. Locals with PA&E (Pacific Architects and Engineers, aka Promises, Alibis and Excuses). Why? What’s this (pointing at the paper) thing, anyway?”

“VC ‘Wanted’ poster. We found another one with two other pilots’ names on it, but this one is the only one with a picture. And it’s the only one personally signed by the Tay Do Two battalion commander.”

“A ‘Wanted’ poster? *grin* What’s the reward, a lifetime supply of nuoc-mam?”

The E-6 grinned back and said, “One thousand piastres for your dogtags and that metal unit patch you’re wearin’. Two thousand piastres for your dogtags, patch and nametape. Five hundred Peugeot bicycles or the cash equivalent for your dogtags, patch, nametape and -- your head.”

Okay, the South Vietnamese piastre was then worth about eleven cents, US -- but --

Five hundred friggin’ *bicycles*?

“How much if they get me alive?”

“Nothing. This VC colonel wants you very, very dead. You got him royally p*ssed, whatever it was you did, Captain.”

“I guess so. Uhhh, any chance I could have that as a souvenir?”

“No.”

*sigh* “Okay. Anything else I can help you with?”

“Yes. Let us know what you did, if you figure it out.”

“Sure.”

I left and walked back to the jeep. Now, it’s one thing to realize that the enemy, generically, wants you, generically, dead -- that’s just the way things are. It’s something else entirely to realize that the enemy battalion commander, personally, wants you, personally, dead. But --

Five hundred friggin’ *bicycles*?!?

I parked the jeep near the “O” Club and walked in to sort things out. Since I hadn’t eaten anything since my usual midnight supper of C-rat tuna fish, I figured a shot of JD and three beers would jumpstart the surviving brain cells. As luck would have it, I spotted Two-Niner in the corner, nursing a cold can of lunch.

“Pull up a chair -- you look pretty bent.”

“I just discovered what I’m worth.” I then recapped my meeting with the S2 and the five hundred bicycles.

He grinned, “I’d be extra careful, if I were you. In this country, a man could start his own trucking company with five hundred bicycles.”

“Or the cash equivalent. What’s a Peugeot bicycle go for around here, anyway?”

“About thirty bucks. But around here, that’s two month’s pay.”

“Okay, so five hundred bicycles would -- geez, *twenty years’ pay*?!?”

“Yeah, roughly. That VC colonel must really hate your guts.”

“I guess so. I just wish I knew what it was I did to p*ss him off.”

“Why?”

“So I can go do it some more…”

To be continued…

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by CW4BillT on Feb 19, 2007 | This is no Sh*t!
Old War Dogs links with: Today's Cliffhanger

Some observations by gollum(aka ry)

1) Something that’s been rattling in my head about the question of withdrawal of US and other non-Iraqi Coalition forces from Iraq is the question of whether it’s legal. The Geneva Conventions lay out some pretty strong requirements for an invading party to live up to before they quit the endeavor. I’m only a shop floor lawyer (and a poor one at that), but I think it’s a question that needs to be answered.

2) This ‘cut the budget’ thing. Looking back at the budget battles occurring deployments in the previous administration (much less the effects on readiness from budget cuts following Vietnam and during the Carter admin.) I wonder how anyone in good conscience can do this.

Look no further than the balanced budget fights imposed by Newt Gingrich and the Contract for America and how that hurt procurement. A balanced budget uber-alles in the mid-90s was a winning political strategy for us right of center types, but it had nasty effects on the warfighter and readiness. You can ask Gen. Krulak about this.

If the question is one of putting an armed and trained troop on the line to meet commitments or not having him to fund VA and the ‘tail’(medical/logistical/etc needs) the DoD, rightly, picks as the lesser of two evils to put the troop on the line—different argument for a different day. The Walter Reed situation might be attributed to this as well, seeing that it’s part of the ‘tail’ of the DoD.

So I wonder how stop the war types can back such a move consciously? Playing a game about purse strings ultimately hurts the troops you claim to support, just further down the line. If you want to stop the war then stop it clearly and decisively---rescind the authorization of force for example. Don’t mess with funding since any holes for the current conflict will just be shifted elsewhere to make up for it, and hurt those who earned a better fate than ambivalence and neglect
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by Denizens on Feb 19, 2007 | General Commentary

February 18, 2007

H&I* Fires, 18 FEB 2007

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This is an old one, but a favorite of gollum’s. It also ties somewhat into the Rumsfeld discussion (http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2007/02/i_knew_i_didnt.html) as institutional knowledge existed about Arab culture, if one were to ask around a tad, so there was no real need for a plan to have cultural ignorance problems. I may be eating all of my thoughts on that thread.

deAtkine: Why Arab’s Lose Wars.
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Here is some good news on the military medicine front.

Here’s some really bad news coming in on that same front. Even if it turns out to be blown out of proportion, which I’m not saying it is, this is really wrong to be going on at Walter Reed.

J over at ArmchairGeneralist has some more on VA affairs that stink to high heaven.
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Update on contractors under fire for bad faith in Iraq: One gets 4 years of prison.
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We need something silly. I know. Weeblstuff: Death Kitty and the Fat Man.
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Someone you should know - Bert Brady. H/t, Mike D.

This is fun - The Hind Dance. I like the eyes, and for some reason the little fan just tickles my funnybone. H/t, Strategy Page.

Again via Mike D - Powerline blogs and links to Congressman Johnson's speech during the House Debate on the Surge.

Way to go, Leftenant Wales! And yer Mum, too. -the Armorer

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Yesterday Lex put up one of his patented must-reads: How Democracies Perish. And on a much lighter note, he offers up an aviation "sea story" full of the "tender brotherly love" demonstrated by members of naval aviation's Junior Officer Protective Association... heehee! - FbL

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Drowning in Amenities: Soldier in Afghanistan proves Arkin's critique by posting a picture of his waterbed.

Yesterday seemed like a bad day for heart rending messages. A soldier wrote to an Angel that his friend had died and all he kept seeing on TV were close ups of Anna Nicole Smith. No one mentioned Afghanistan. He went on to say that she would be the movie of the week in no time and his friend will have been forgotten. I was pretty saddened by that. Then I grabbed myself by the bootstraps and thought what we should do. I wrote Let us rededicate our selves" because, after this message, the message from my friend in Iraq and the vote last week, it is clear we need to get motivated and get moving. Stand by for some thoughts on how we can send a giant message of support to our troops.

Finally, on a lighter note again, I thought I would mention that I was apparently #5 on a search engine request for "camouflage hijab". I don't know if that is good or bad. Probably bad, huh?

My number one referrer is the Castle of course (thank you John, denizennes and readers galore), running a decent second for referrals to my sight is a search on second amendment rights. Third highest referring link is a search for "Feminists Against Abortion". I figure, with all these excellent referrals from the three best links/searches you could ask for, I can forget how many times I've seen "camouflage hijab" in the last 24 hours. Right?
-kat

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by Denizens on Feb 18, 2007 | General Commentary

Obscure historical tidbits...

I find this picture fascinating.

I'll let you figure out why.

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by John on Feb 18, 2007 | Historical Stuff

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Yesterday Uncle Jimbo put up a preview of the new movie about the Battle of Thermopylae. This got the attention of a modern Greek, "Xenophon," who comments [punctuation added]:

I am from Greece. The tomb of our unknown soldier depicts a soldier from that heroic age. Thermopyles [sic] was truly defining: the efforts and sacrifice made 2,500yrs ago led to the Classical Period and we are grateful for this. For Greeks especially. Yes, we feel patriotism. But for many--and above all else--it's an undying gratitude for their bravery, as history acknowledges they held true till their last breath.

Spartan women also had more rights than the women of Athens which many Athenian elitist regarded as unworthy of education, their roles limited to cooking and spinning wool. Spartan women however were afforded a strong voice and right--and some more, they could own land also, and they maintained government while their husbands and sons defended their homeland. Queen Gorgo, Leonidas' wife, is famous in Greece for replying to an Athenian aristocrat, "Only Spartan women give birth to men".

If it were not for Leonidas drawing that line in the sand, the Classical age of Greece would never have existed. Xerxes would have enslaved all of Greece, marched onto Magna Grecia conquering the Greek colonies in southern Italy, proceeded unto a Rome still in its infancy and trounced it before it too could rise to the prominence we all know of. Persian would be the lingua franca. Some will argue but it didn't matter the outcome of this battle as Persians had some advancements. Yes that is true, but could they have engendered the type of inquiry that was the product of Classical Greece? Many scholars disagree--the reason being that theory and inquiry was forbidden. The rare instances it was allowed was only in the presence of a master.

The Greeks could have held the pass long enough for the remaining larger army to arrive if they were not cheated by the traitor Elphiates, who's name means nightmare for Greeks 2,500yrs later still!! So you see, although it is easier for some to be cynical about issues - no matter the outcome many years from now, only a few will be remembered as brave. But some will also be eternally remembered for their cowardice and spite. This is true.

[the best part is in Extended Entry]

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by Denizens on Feb 18, 2007 | Historical Stuff