It's difficult to admit, but not impossible of course, that my country is directly responsible for some of the 20th and 21st centuries most horrendous war crimes. Sitting here in the comfort of my well-appointed American home with a refrigerator almost at arms reach and a Playstation available if desired, with fresh sheets and overstuffed pillows to rest my head at night and with outdoor summer and winter activities always pressing for my attention it's almost impossible to fully understand what life might be like for a person born and raised in Fallujah or Marjah.
Do they have electricity? Running water? Flush toilets? A refrigerator? Fresh fruits and vegetables. Well, they probably do have fresh fruits and vegetables but I'd imagine they weren't grown with pesticides and man-made chemical fertilizer but of the rest I'm unsure.
I lived in Mexico for several years. In an idyllic little coastal community called Puerto Penasco. I owned a real estate brokerage and I was an illegal alien. My neighbor directly across the street didn't have a front door for their one-room cement shack. They had a curtain. I lived in a mansion. They washed clothes in a metal basin in the back yard. I dropped mine at the Dry Cleaner. They had no heat in the winter and no AC in the summer. I sat in my yard and sunned my body to occasionally escape the cool inside. Still, they were wonderful people.
We are about to attack Marjah with the full technological and human force of the American armed forces. When we were finished in Fallujah the city, once home to a bustling crowd of 300,000 people, was bombed to rubble and although we, our government that is, claimed 2,000 dead insurgents I suspect that innumerable innocent lives were lost. Men, women, children, families. In fact I don't really suspect, I know.
The military operation in Marjah in central Helmand province, long an area of intense resistance to the US-led occupation (wouldn't you be resisting?), will constitute the largest military offensive since Washington invaded the country in 2001. At least 15,000 troops are expected to lay siege, which means lay waste, to the Helmand river valley town, which has 80,000 inhabitants in the town proper and another 125,000 in and around the city or district. Marjah is, well, it was an agricultural center 350 miles west of Kabul but once the depleted uranium infiltrates the ecosystem and the tank tracks pound the soil it won't be much different than Fallujah and it won't be much of anything and I'm certain most of us wouldn't want to eat anything grown there.
Brigadier General Larry Nicholson, commander of the Marines in South Afghanistan, spelled out the nature and character of the upcoming offensive in what will no doubt be a gruesome and horrendous experience for the civilian population. He said, "those found in Marjah will have 3 options. One is to stay and fight and probably die. The second is to make peace with his government and reintegrate. The third would be to attempt to escape in which case we'll probably have some people out there waiting for them as well."
"We're going to go in big," said Nicholson, "I'm not looking for a fair fight."
In Fallujah we dropped 1000s of tons (tons, not pounds) of explosives and helicopter gunships and battle tanks fired missiles into buildings and strafed the area with cannon fire. Back to the stone age for Fallujah. Civilians who remained in the town were subjected to that bombardment. Some were shot to death in the door-to-door raids that followed and others were killed while fleeing. Wounded fighters were summarily executed (illegally) and medical facilities and hospitals were targeted (also illegally) for attack. Everyone in the city was denied food, water and electricity for 10 days. That's how we do.
So off we go to war some more using my tax dollars, wait, I don't pay taxes! OK, using your tax dollars, to kill, maim and create chaos in the name of democracy and freedom. Your tax dollars. War crimes in your name using your money.
I find it all very Orwellian.
By the luck of the draw I was born in the USA. I suppose there are still things to be thankful for. Obama should be thankful too. There are many people like myself that refuse to own a gun. So here I sit, sad that innocent people will be dieing very soon, their screams unheard, their bodies riddled with munitions, unseen.
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