Okay, weíre a little depressed. As I walked the
short isle to our regular seat here at the Eatemup, I could hear
small snatches of conversations. "Thought it would be over by
now." "I think the President is doing as well as could be
expected." "How many troops do we have in Iraq?" "I understand
itís the supply line thatís holding things up."
It seems almost everyone you talk to will
eventually get around to the war in Iraq. So far almost everyone
seems to be in favor of forcing Saddam to relinquish his
dictatorship. Everyone agrees he is an evil, evil man and has
surrounded himself with evil people.
I guess the biggest gripe with folks who think
we should not be in Iraq is they believe we have no business as a
country telling another government how to treat their citizens.
Several of these folks brought up how our government has behaved
toward its own citizens. Mostly they used the IRS as an example of
I suppose there could be a little bit of truth
to that statement, but itís a far cry from chopping off heads,
cutting out tongues, and gassing villages of people. We can say
almost anything we want about most of our politicians; without
fear of reprisal. The only thing I can think of is that we cannot
make a direct threat on the life of the president. That will get
you in bunches of trouble.
As I slide in next to Eddie, he gives me a
rather disgruntled look and says something I can only make out as,
"Itís about time." Eddie is not the most subtle man in the world.
For him most situations are black and white with very little
shades of grey. He believes a person should be held responsible
for their own actions and situations they get themselves into, and
quit blaming everyone and everything for their problems.
"Whatís the matter Eddie?" I asked. "You canít
be any more upset about Iraq than anyone else. Weíre all concerned
about our troops involved in combat and want them all to come home
again. You being grouchy sure isnít going to help any."
"I know," he answered. "I just think of the
times I was in combat and how scared I was, but I knew who the
enemy was and who to shoot at. They didnít act or dress like
civilians, they didnít dress in our uniforms, and they sure didnít
hide behind women and children. This business about waving a white
flag of surrender and then firing on our troops when they get
close just drives me nuts."
"Youíre right of course," I responded. "But
donít you think our guys are getting a little battle wise? After a
bit you know they wonít trust any one who tries to surrender, and
I think thatís a tragedy. I would hate to see anyone who really
wanted to surrender be killed because of the way someone else
"Obviously," snorted Eddie. "You can just bet
that if an Iraqi soldier wants to surrender, and he gets shot
because a young trooper thought there was something suspicious it
would be plastered all over the news about the brutality of the
American military. Thatís where my frustration comes in. Theyíre
dammed if they do and killed if they donít. Theyíve got to protect
themselves and their buddies from being killed by someone who is
unwilling to abide by the Geneva Convention."
"I donít think anybody is going to argue with
that," I responded. "They just need some time and experience.
Remember, most of those folks over there have never been in
combat, and I donít care how many war games theyíve played itís
never the same in the real thing."
"I know, but donít cha love their spirit and
can do attitude?" asked Eddie. "I canít believe all those TV
interviews are staged for our benefit. All of them, the enlisted,
officers, the infantry, and the pilots all seem to have such a
gung-ho spirit. Every once in a while I wish that I was young
enough to get into the operation."
"Címon Eddie," I said. "Donít you think youíre
a little long in the tooth to want to go into such a difficult
Eddie looked at me for a moment and said, "Long
in the tooth? You do realize these are all false, and I can make
them as long or as short as I want." Peace.