Tonight’s newspaper front pages are plastered with those Pentagon-delivered green-image photographs of troops running into Fallujah. Like we used to see back in March of 2003. The kind that belong next to similarly unreal Playboy Centerford Pages, enhanced breasts and all.
The Thomas Friedman maxim from post-Triumphalism Iraq rings in my mind. It’s time to re-re-re-re-invade.
The defenders of the Vietnam War can always attest to the fact that the Americans won every battle. To which, the detractors will point out that the Americans “won” every battle. I don’t know if “we’re” going to “win” or win, or even what it means if we win, or what the difference between a “win” and a win are.
I’m watching the World Series with a group of guys. Someone says “Al Qaeda would love to strike at the World Series.” Perhaps true, though it’s not keeping me up at night. Then he says, “And just as dangerous the Iraqi Cells that are in the US.”
This is a Laurie Mylroie / Oliver North fantasy. I desire to smack him around, but there’s really nothing I can say to him.
November 8th, 2004 at 3:12 pm
One of the late news programs last night showed a green-tinted night vision clip of a group of US soldiers moving through an urban setting. One soldier was covering the group’s back. He had a light mounted on his rifle and he was turning around and swiping in a 180 degree arc behind him, scanning for insurgents. The camera that was shooting the footage was positioned right in the middle of his scan, leaving me suspicious of how posed the footage might have been.