Category Archives: War

Uncensored Stories of War

It seems strange timing after my entry the other day about the under-reported stories of the war that I come across this CBC story, Deadline Iraq – Uncensored Stories of the War (link via jordoncooper.com, again). It’s a report based on interviews with 50 journalists who were in Iraq. The web site has photos and complete interviews with 12 of the journalists.

They do some reflecting on how the war was reported, whether it was biased or not, whether embedded journalism worked, etc. But the most chilling aspect is the personal stories.

The worst is one fire fight where a journalist describes the fighting getting thick. They were surrounded and medics and chaplains were picking up M-16s and fighting back. The journalists says he seriously considered picking up a gun and fighting. If you remember the image, this was the same battle where a U.S. solider was being carried away on a stretcher while still firing his gun.

The worst is the pictures of dead civilians lined up in row, the burned faces of Iraqi children, and story after story hinting at the damage high-caliber weapons do to the human body. War is not the G.I. Joe thing we think it is. Some of these stories mention the anxious U.S. soliders, many younger than I am, and the incredible remorse some of them felt.

One of my good friends from high school is in Iraq right now. I’ve had his address for a couple weeks, and I’ve been meaning to write him. Busyness has kept me from it, but I know part of it is that I don’t know what to say. It’s not as simple as a dose of patriotism and thanks for fighting for freedom.

The Under-reported Stories of War

While browsing the news headlines this morning, I came across a number of under-reported stories from Iraq, including an alarming suicide rate among U.S. soldiers, yesterday’s news that a civilian cargo plane was hit by a shoulder-fired missile (amazingly the plane was able to land and no one was injured) — even more surprising is that there have been eight reported instances of missiles fired at civilian planes in Iraq, and today’s news that two U.S. soldiers were dragged from their vehicle and their throats slit (though there seem to be some discrepancies in the story; Update: later stories are providing more details. It sounds like the soldiers were shot, their vehicle crashed, and a group of Iraqi teens swarmed the car, dragged the soldiers from their vehicle and pummeled them. It’s reminiscent of Somalia and not a pretty picture. Second Update: Or not. Yet another report denies the pummeling and slashing stories.).

It’s amazing the stuff that goes on that we don’t hear much about. The eight attempts on civilian airplanes is crazy, especially considering some want to open Baghdad airport to passenger flights. Imagine the chaos that would ensue if there was even one attempt on a commercial plane in the U.S.

You are a credit to the great Satan.

The October 2, 2003 issue of RollingStone includes the article “Is the Pentagon Giving our Soldiers Cancer?” by Hillary Johnson, and it’s worth reading (sadly, the article isn’t online, so do what I did and sit down in the bookstore and read it). The article explores the use of depleted uranium in U.S. munitions and the possible damage it’s causing among U.S. troops, as well as non-combatants from Iraq, Afghanistan, Kosovo and Bosnia.

Munitions are tipped with depleted uranium (DU) because of the armor piercing and pyrotechnic powers of the heavy metal. The burned out Iraqi tanks strewn across southern Iraq and their “crispy critter” inhabitants from the first Gulf War were victims of DU munitions. Upon impact the DU turns into a fine powder that can be distributed far and wide. The leftover material is still radioactive and will be for 4-5 billion years.

While the Pentagon denies that DU can cause any harm, it is the suspected cause of the rash of cancer-like symptoms known as Gulf War Syndrome among veterans of the first Gulf War. In addition to the U.S. troops, Iraqis are experiencing higher rates of cancer and birth defects. As the article states, Iraqi mothers are no longer asking if their newborn is a boy or a girl but if the child is normal.

The international community classifies DU as a weapon of mass destruction, yet the U.S. continues to use it. I’ve heard arguments about DU before, but often in a more radical setting. If these allegations are true, it’s a sad country we live in. Not only would we be unleashing nuclear waste on a country we sought to liberate for having nuclear weapons in the first place, but we would be putting our own service men and women at risk, and lying to them about the potential dangers. It would be sad to compare the honorable and noble view of the Armed Forces on the home front, compared to disposable view of the top brass.

For the sake of our dignity (and the thousands of endangered lives), I hope DU is harmless. But the fact that evidence is mounting and the U.S. government seems unwilling to settle fears with unbiased research leads me to belief that DU is a threat. It’s the Agent Orange of the nineties, and if it’s true, it frightens me to think that my own government would sacrifice innocent lives and our soldiers for the sake of a more effective weapon. The unwilling kamikazes.

We both made bullets for the Nazis, but mine worked!

Modern warfare creates immediate feedback. An Iraqi teen kept a diary of war and it’s now available online. They’re not easy words to read. If you’re like me, you’ll follow the link read a few lines and think you know the gist of it. It’s less painful that way. But you can act like you know what Amal experienced. It’s harder to write things off when you know the face.

Then there’s Stuart, the journalist who lost his foot and his colleague to a landmine. His blog continues with only a few days lost, and now you can see how Stuart gets used to life with “Mr. Stumpy,” as he calls his amputated foot.

War sucks. That’s always part of the equation, but the reality is somehow harder to face. I could also display atrocity after atrocity committed by Saddam Hussein. Then we could compare heartbreak to heartbreak, bloodshed to bloodshed, gruesome image to gruesome image and see who wins. War or peace? I think everybody loses, no matter how you roll the dice.

More War Coverage

In the midst of war I’m finding myself drawn to coverage, any coverage, like an addict. Today I discovered a war blog that collects war news from sources all over the world. They post them as quick news bytes with no muckety-muck or politics. Just the facts. They update multiple times an hour, sometimes every few minutes. And they often beat CNN, Fox and others with the coverage and often cover stories the major outlets never cover. I can’t imagine who has the time to do that, but I find myself having to fight the urge to discover the latest.

It’s worse when I get home and the TV’s on. I love hearing live updates from Ted Kopel in Iraq. The guy is such a seasoned pro and old goof, I love it. I’m partially horrified and partially drawn to the coverage, and it’s a bit disturbing.

In addition to the news updates, there’s also soldiers blogging. More coverage from more points of view. It’s information overload. But I crave it.

A word on peace:

“We have our peace movements, and all we want is peace-abroad and at home. But if by peace we mean appeasing tyranny, compromising with gangsters and being silent because we haven’t the moral fortitude to speak out against injustice, then this is not real peace. It is a false peace. It is a farce and it is a hoax.”
–Billy Graham (from The Quotable Billy Graham)

And if you really need a break from the serious war coverage, head over to the Onion.

We are Saddam

Protesters gathered outside Senator Norm Coleman’s office in St. Paul this evening, blocking the eastbound lane of University Avenue at rush hour. The Metro Transit officials scrambled to reroute the buses around the blockage, keeping things moving on time. The woman sitting next to me remarked that she should get off and join the protesters. I wanted to say something in response, but didn’t quite know what.

I respect protesters. They’re exercising a basic right every American enjoys. But sometimes protesters baffle me. Protesting war can certainly be justifiable. But what I don’t understand is the people who protest any and all war. On Sunday I saw a protest sign that said, “Thou Shalt Not Kill.” That’s an odd way to invoke the Bible, especially when the Old Testament is full of killing, much of it seemingly God-sanctioned. You’re more than welcome to disagree with some wars, but how far can you take it?

Would today’s protesters have wanted us to stay out of World War II? What about the Civil War? What about the American Revolution? As I walked home tonight, I thought it’d be fun to join a protest carrying a sign that says, “If this protest were in Iraq, we’d all be shot.”

Protesting any and all war is a dismissal of the very right to protest. War ensures that right. I suppose if the protesters were willing to sacrifice their freedoms to achieve a warless society, then they’d be consistent and I’d respect them. But somehow I doubt they’d welcome censorship and oppression.

Yesterday morning during church I found the lack of application to the war in Iraq during the sermon distressing. I wasn’t looking for the kind of war mongering I remember during the Gulf War, but I was hoping for some peace and hope in a tumultuous time. With the sermon lacking, I came up with my own thoughts.

This is a terrible metaphor that doesn’t fully stand up, and implies a lot of things that aren’t at all true, but just bear with me. We’re a lot like Saddam Hussien. God is a lot like the United States. (See, I told you it implied some not so happy stuff.) The United States has given Saddam so many chances to fess up, to come clean, and to join the peaceful world. We’ve asked him to get rid of his weapons, his malicious ways, his dangerous weapons. For a while he agrees, he goes along with our demands. But then we find he’s been lying, or deceiving, or doing whatever he can to get away with what he wants to do. And so we step in and correct him, albeit with missiles and bombs. For a while he follows the rules, but it’s not long before we realize he’s at it again. For twelve long years we went through this.

It reminds me so much of our relationship with God. He calls us to a certain standard and asks us to follow it. We try, we do our best, but we so often fail. God corrects us, forgives us, gives us another chance. We get up and again carry our cross, only to fall again. Thankfully, God is not a U.N. weapon’s inspector, he knows what we’ve done (and no, that isn’t an original Kevin Hendricks line. I stole it.). But thankfully, God is also not the United States. He offers grace. He offers salvation, some sort of holy U.N. that comes in and clears out the weapons of mass destruction and all the corruption and greed and leaves new life.

I told you it was odd. I imagine most of us bristle at being compared to Saddam. But he’s human just like us, a sinner like you or me, in need of Christ’s grace as much as you or me. And I bristle at comparing the United States to God. We think ourselves God’s chosen nation far too often. Unfortunately, the title of chosen nation comes with a responsibility that we could never hope to carry.

War Coverage

I’m finding myself sadistically drawn to the war coverage. Here’s some thought provoking (if left-leaning) articles:

Bush Is an Idiot, But He Was Right About Saddam – from salon.com premium (free if you watch a short commercial) – Interesting interview with an author who has overly harsh words for Bush (he’s more concerned with how Bush presents his case) but overall support for the war in Iraq. Very interesting thoughts on Islam as a worldwide force. The interviewer shows a lot of their bias.

“A” Day (that will live in infamy) – from salon.com premium (free if you watch a short commercial) – Interesting analysis of the war as reality TV. Seems a little too anti-war biased, but so does most of salon.com.

Military Promises Huge Numbers for Gulf War II: The Vengeance – from the Onion (which means it’s a joke, mom)

A War Broke Out Today

So war broke out. It took me an extra half-hour to get home on the bus today, thanks to the protesters in downtown Minneapolis. Hurrah to your anti-war efforts, you inconvenienced a few thousand poor schmucks. I hope that helps your cause. You could certainly use some help. Someone ought to explain to the poor fools in San Francisco that when you’re arguing for peace, violence is not a very persuasive tool.

Extreme nutcases aside, I’m having trouble understanding the anti-war movement. Now I’m not a pro-military guy. You’ve probably noticed the big feature on the book Iraq Under Siege on the ReALMagazine.com homepage. I wrote that. It’s a bit out of date now, but it’s still interesting. I read the book with some skepticism, but came out with a lot of questions about U.S. policy. Granted Saddam is not a great guy, but we’re no Ghandi.

I have my reservations with war. My selective service card is tucked away somewhere, and if that number was ever called up, I don’t know what I’d do. I would have trouble shooting at my fellow man. My grandpa fought at Iwo Jima, and I respect his sacrifice, but I still approach war with fear, hesitation, and questions, much to the irritation of my own dad.

But despite my aversion to war, I’m just as put off by the anti-war demonstrators. Their complete lack of logic, balance, and inability to present a decent argument are astounding. I can see a legitimate anti-war platform, but I’ve yet to see a protester argue that platform.

They spout off rhetoric about Bush trying to rule the world, trying to run a race war in the Middle East, trying to claim all the oil in Iraq. What a load of crap. The only argument there that has any validity is that the war has to do with oil. It’s fairly legit to think that oil is a motivation. But if Bush was really oil hungry, would he really be promising to use the oil for the Iraqis, to let them have what’s theirs. If it was really about oil, we’d be seizing the oil fields, selling the oil, and paying for our war. But that doesn’t seem to be what’s happening. If anything, oil is a way to pay for rebuilding the damage a war has caused and a way to get a liberated people back on their feet, a motivation that doesn’t exactly exist in a place like Sudan.

Many people are arguing that we shouldn’t be fighting this war because we don’t have international consensus. That’s a decent argument–though I don’t see any protesters chanting about that. The problem with international consensus is that it’s rare. This conflict has dragged on for a long time, and at some point you have to draw the line.

War is not a pretty thing, but it’s inevitable. That doesn’t mean we have to like it or even pursue it, but it does mean that it’s going to happen. We can do everything we can to avoid it, but it will happen. Especially if you value freedom, war is necessary. So many people find it ironic that war is what enables the protesters to protest war. Without the American Revolution, we wouldn’t have the first amendment that gives us the right to petition our government. Without World War II, we might be under Nazi rule. And I don’t think fascism looks too kindly on a ‘puke-in.’

There’s a lot of tough questions the anti-war movement needs to address, and I see very few addressing it. What about Hitler? They tried diplomacy with Hitler and he invaded Poland. What about the terrible things Saddam has done? Do we just ignore those? True, we ignore other terrible things around the world and we end up enforcing justice inconsistently. I agree. But is it better to stop the one massacre you can than to let it happen? True, we often make big mistakes, like selling someone like Saddam chemical weapons. I think we should fess up to them and try to make smarter decisions in the future. U.S foreign policy is fraught with some big blunders. I’m the first to point those out. They make me nervous. But sometimes those blunders were an attempt to keep something worse from happening. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Meddling in El Salvador didn’t come off too well. But taking out the Taliban in Afghanistan seems like a no-brainer.

Sometimes I just wish America would be the world’s police and do it right. Stop the bloodshed in Rwanda and Sudan. End the guerrilla fighting and drug wars in Columbia. But it’s not that simple. I wish it was.

True Christian pacifism is an interesting idea. Jesus talked about peace, and so some Christians think that’s the way to go. The Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Jr. approach that turns the other cheek. You love your enemies, and that doesn’t happen with smart bombs. It’s a great personal philosophy, but I get squeamish when you have to think about nations. I can decide to be non-violent, and take a punch in the gut when it happens. But when it comes to a nation, if you don’t defend yourself, innocent people die. If a nation turns the other cheek, trades flowers for bullets, eats pastries for peace, you have no more freedom. You become a country in occupation. Maybe that’s okay for some people. It works for Switzerland. But I have a feeling most of us freedom-loving Americans would be shot by the invading army pretty quickly. We’d want to speak out, to say what we want, do what we want, and they’d kill you. That’s what turning the other cheek gets you. Loving your enemies is not compatible with freedom. You have to fight for freedom in this world. We can have freedom in Christ, but it’s more of a personal commodity that bears fruit on the other side.

So I’m not liking the anti-war protesters. I sympathize with them, but I wish they’d make some decent arguments. I wish they’d address the real issues. This world is a complicated place, and it doesn’t work to just say can’t we all get along. Because some jerk comes along who doesn’t want to get along, and pretty soon people are dead. You can either stand up and make sure that innocent people don’t die, or you can hold up your hands and be willing to die along with them. On a personal level, one sounds a lot like Jesus. But nations are different, and I’ve never seen that kind of a Christian nation.

It would be interesting to see America the Christian nation, as in the country that makes every effort to be Christ-like, even in the way we wage war (can there be a Christian way to wage war?). But maybe that’s what we’re doing. A “smart bomb” that lands on target more often than a conventional bomb and hopefully destroys the military target more often that it destroys a civilian target seems like a humane advancement. Moving in with humanitarian supplies seems like a Christ-like move.

Maybe it would help if our government made better choices across the board. If we got tough with countries like China that don’t offer freedom of religion. If we stuck up for the fatherless, the widow, and the orphan all across the globe. The prophet cried out for justice to flow down like a mighty water, and maybe that can’t happen until God steps down onto this earth, but aren’t we called to bring justice now, in whatever way we can? We’re certainly not God’s henchmen, and we shouldn’t claim to be, but some things are pretty clear cut. Mowing down your own people is not justice, and that’s a worthy fight.

Oh, the rambling. Sometimes I find myself easily swayed by arguments. Last week I was angry when someone was so incredibly Republican that they refused to see the duplicity in American foreign policy. I don’t like war hawks. But this week I’m angry at the protesters who don’t see the necessity of war in a modern world. There’s a shaky middle ground somewhere, and that’s where I find myself. Raising a flag for peace is a lovely gesture, but it’s also an idealistic one.

War is a Tricky Thing

The cry of war keeps getting louder and louder. This past weekend millions shouted back with worldwide antiwar protests. Not that anyone expects George W. Bush to change his mind after a few million compainers, but Bush didn’t budge.

“War is my last choice,” Bush said in response to the global anti-war protests. “But the risk of doing nothing is even a worse option as far as I am concerned.”

War is a tricky thing because we can only determine the right choice with hindsight. World War II is such an obvious choice right now. Of course we made the right decision. But in 1940 it wasn’t so clear. Vietnam seems like an obviously bad choice right now. But in the 1960s that wasn’t so clear either.

Saddam Hussein is a not a nice guy. But bombing his country back to the stone age — a country that isn’t exactly up to worldwide standards — doesn’t seem so smart. Sitting back and letting terrorists have free reign isn’t very smart either. There isn’t a very clear choice.

But I find it deeply troubling when our government has no checks and balances. We have no sense of fairness. It’s perfectly okay for the U.S. to have whatever nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons we want. We can have them, we can store them, and it’s all good. Trust us. But if Saddam has them, that’s not cool. We’re going to squash him. Certainly Saddam is a bad example. But if what if Saudi Arabia had them? Or Kuwait? Or El Salvador? Do we trust any of them? Who is trust worthy and who is not? In 1988 we thought Saddam was pretty trust worthy and we gave him chemical weapons. He used them on his own people and now we want to punish him for using our weapons on his people.

The United States is a self-serving superpower. We’re a bully in the world playground, and everyone seems to realize this but us. We help those who can help us, and we hurt those who could hurt us. We’re not interested in who else gets hurt in the process. That’s why cheers went up on September 11. That kind of hatred needs to be considered when we think about waging war. Just because we’re the superpower doesn’t mean we can play the bully. Terrorism is about proving the big guy is vulnerable. On September 11 the world found out we can be hurt. Now we want to stir the coals and see if we can get burned again? It doesn’t seem to me like war is really Bush’s last choice.

Enduring Black Hawk Down

You don’t watch a movie like Black Hawk Down. You endure it.

For those unfamiliar with the movie, it’s the story of the 19 U.S. soldiers killed in Mogadishu, Somalia in 1993. Civil war caused a famine and soon 300,000 were dead. The world took notice and the U.N. sent in peacekeepers and food. The U.S. Marines joined the effort. The warlords waited until the Marines pulled out they took over. U.S. Special Forces were conducting operations to bring down the warlords and stabilize the region. It was during one of those operations that everything went wrong. A man fell while trying to rappel from a Black Hawk helicopter. Then a Black Hawk was shot down. Then another. In the ensuing melee armed Somali gunmen swarmed the city and U.S. troops were pinned down throughout the city. A one hour mission turned into 18 hours, and a column of U.N. and Pakistani armored tanks and vehicles had to come in to extract the soldiers. When the smoke cleared 19 were dead and one was taken prisoner. He was released after 11 days of captivity. The U.S. Special Forces were pulled out two weeks after the incident.

As soon as the shooting starts in the movie, it never really ends. The blood and the dust fly, and some how the soldiers keep fighting and you keep watching.

It is not a glamorization of war. It’s simply reality, the telling of a story. The movie centers on the code of the Special Forces, never leave a man behind. The stirring concept pulls the film together and helps you understand how the soldiers endure. But it doesn’t leave you with much when the movie is over.

The Somalis were completely vilified in the movie. They are treated like any other military enemy — the Germans, the Japanese, the Vietnamese. Despite one soldier’s respect for the Somalis and his desire to help rather than stand by and “watch it on CNN” (for which he is ridiculed and called an idealist), you get no feeling of right and wrong. You never come close to understanding the Somalis and their civil war. They become an angry mob with guns, and the truth of the story is not served with such broad strokes.

I keep wanting to find value in the experience of this movie. But if anything, it’s yet another movie that shows us that war is hell. Furthermore, it shows us the near hopelessness of modern man to rise above his depravity and find peace.

Yesterday I mentioned the sucky movies I’ve seen lately. Black Hawk Down is certainly not one of those. But it’s also a movie I’ll never watch again.

A few months ago I wanted to write a war story. I wanted to tell the tale of a young man who went to fought for his country, who saw action, and came back a changed man. I wanted to show the horror of modern combat and dispel the myths that U.S. military action is always good and right and true. Innocent people die, and it’s never pretty. I wasn’t even thinking of focusing on the combat portion of the story, just enough to motivate the character. The vast majority of the tale would be told at home, in peace. But now I question even wanting to go there. War is an experience that leaves you sick. There are no winners. Not even in the Revolutionary War, World War II, or the Star Wars Trilogy — despite what Bart Simpson says.

You can say all you want about standing up to evil in the world, and I understand that. But bullets and bombs are a depraved solution in a lost world. I wonder how the kingdom of heaven exists in the hearts of men and women who shoot to kill. I suppose God gives grace where he will, because Christians have fought in wars. I guess I’d rather see it be the exception than the rule. It’s not a position I want to defend when Jesus Christ says do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Forgive those who curse you, bless those who persecute you. If a man strikes you, turn to him the other cheek that he may strike you again. If a man asks for your coat, give him your shirt as well. Give when a man begs of you.

The life of Christian is death to self. Dying to self involves dying to everything of this world. Dying to your country, your family, your hopes, your dreams, and everything you could ever want. The Christian life is not about you, it’s about your death. That death seems poorly served in the bringing of death to others.

I ramble as I wonder. Sometimes the only way to watch a movie is to let the credits roll and let the music pour over you. That’s why that have music for the end credits. Then, when the movie is over, you take up your pen and write, you sit with a friend and talk, you reflect, you digest, you learn. Every now and then you come across a movie that doesn’t make you feel too smart for movies. It may not be a perfect movie, but it does the job, and you have no choice but to mull it over. Sleep will not come otherwise.