March 20, 2003
The Forces of the Willing Coalition crossed the Iraqi border. 248,000 soldiers from the United States, 45,000 British soldiers, 2,000 Australian soldiers and 194 Polish soldiers. The motherfucker of all battles swiftly became a rout. Saddam’s troops for the most part disappeared into the scenery. The Bush administration’s shock and awe tactics had prevailed over the pessimism of the naysayers.
Almost two months later GW Bush landed on the aircraft carrier ABRAHAM LINCOLN to declare ‘mission accomplished’.
Those two words blewback with the bite of a crack whore’s pitbull.
Trillions of dollars. Hundreds of thousands dead. Democracy a joke.
GW Bush left the White House in defeat no matter how he wanted to paint the ‘surge’.
Not as bad as Vietnam, but he left the mess for the newly-elected Barack Obama like LBJ in reverse and today the soldiers of the 4th Stryker Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division, the last combat troops, pulled out of Iraq. Proud of its survival in the desert.
No more Najaf 2003
They wanted out. Their commanders volunteered half the brigade for the symbolic exit.
None of their officers were fragged or shot by their own soldiers during that extended period.
300 miles from Bagdhad to the border.
No one KIA, WIA, or MIA.
A job well done in the sweltering summer heat.
50 Centigrade in the shade and there is no shade, because it’s all been blown to shit.
And with good reason.
Saddam planned 9/11.
The motherfucker.