I began to wonder – and not for the first time - where the hundreds of men down the hall, currently employed by the Iraqi government and the United States Army, had been one year ago, before the Reconciliation. Before the Sawha. I was fairly certain to the answer to my question was caked in AK-47 gun powder and dripped with American blood. I trusted that some of the Sheiks truly believed in freedom, if not for their country, at least for their neighborhoods and for their people. Did their pipeswingers? Did these paramilitants believe in anything beyond the promise of a monthly stipend … and should they even have to? Can someone with a full stomach and a warm bed ever rightfully doubt the intentions and ideals of those without, who are seeking the same thing through whatever means present themselves?
I didn’t know the answers to these questions. Not yet, at least. So I began to type what I did know.
25 January 2008
Dan's Thinking About War Again...
found some right excellent writing. good style, good hands-on info into the soft war on terror. very intercultural, very insightful. Read:
etchings on old elephant bones by
the reified bean
in the year of the sojourn
Friday, January 25, 2008
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