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Improvising Peace - This Can't Last
The New York Post, April 29, 2003
by Jonathan Foreman
The young soldiers who found themselves administering this city just days
after conquering it have done a superb job despite limited resources,
including the small numbers of troops.
You might not know this: Much of the reporting from the Iraqi capital is
at best misleading, at worst a tissue of lies designed to further an
anti-American agenda. The media also concentrated on the areas initially
controlled by the Marines, whose small numbers, warrior culture, distrust of
Iraqis (understandable, after so many Marine casualties from false
surrenders), and lack of peacekeeping experience led first to some
unfortunate incidents and then to their replacement by Army units.
But in neighborhoods rich and poor (there are many more of the latter),
captains and staff sergeants have made contact with local leaders,
established curfews, intimidated and restrained looters (without gunning
them down) and done their best to provide humanitarian aid.
They have done so without interpreters: CENTCOM seems to have thought it
was possible to conquer and administer an Arab country without Arabic
speakers.
And without the help of civil-affairs experts, who are only just arriving
here in any numbers, and many of whom are clearly intimidated by the size of
the job and by the sporadic gunfire in the night.
And also without guidance from above as to such important matters as
whether local homeowners should be allowed to defend themselves with
firearms.
Indeed, the "laws" differ in areas controlled by different company,
because these NCOs and junior officers are all having to improvise on their
own.
They have no choice. Go into any battalion or brigade headquarters, and
you immediately encounter a dense torpor: Colonels, lieutenant colonels and
majors sit around adrift in dreams of stars - generals' stars, Silver Stars,
Bronze Stars. For them, the war is over. "They know they are going home in
six weeks or less," one captain lamented to me, "and all they think about is
promotions and medals."
Worse still, it took these senior officers until long after their areas
of the city were secure to confront the task of keeping order. Some
battalions in the 3rd Infantry Division's Second Brigade (which controls
most of the city) seemed to be expecting a reanimated Medina Division to
come down the street at any moment. Even when they did begin to authorize
systematic, if cautious, ventures away from headquarters, the lead came from
junior officers and NCOs.
Luckily, many 3rd ID NCOs and junior officers have peacekeeping
experience from operations in the former Yugoslavia, Haiti, Somalia, etc.
Yet many of the higher-ups do not: The army's promotion structure (which
essentially requires that "field grade" officers who have commanded a
company take staff positions at posts like Fort Knox and Fort Leavenworth
for at least five years) ensures that almost everyone between the rank of
major and colonel has missed out on the peacekeeping missions of the last
decade.
In the shadow of a burning office building, I watched a captain and an
SAS soldier beg a lieutenant colonel to let them start "presence patrols" to
discourage looters and reassure the local population. He listened for a
second, then said to the amazed captain, "Hey, your face is dirty. Why is
your face dirty?"
So far, the failure of army brass to come to grips with the realities and
responsibilities of occupation hasn't had much cost. So far, the population
hasn't grown bored or irritated with the U.S. presence, such is the depth of
Iraqi gratitude for liberation.
But the slowness of senior officers and CENTCOM itself to adjust to the
tasks of occupation puts at risk everything that has been won here.
As one captain told me, "We've gotta start coming up with stuff,
otherwise they'll think its all just bull----. And it's only a matter of
time. We need information to pass on to the people . . . And by the way,
they know that it doesn't take five days to get stuff up from Kuwait."
One experienced NCO said that the brass "don't get it that when the first
children die of dysentery because they've had to drink river water, the
atmosphere here will change." Instead of being greeted by hordes of kids
wanting to give them flowers, the patrols will be met with Molotov
cocktails.
"Something could happen out there and they could turn just like that,"
says Sgt. 1st Class Michael Anslinger, whose scout platoon has carried out
scores of presence patrols on both sides of the Tigris.
Furthermore, the combat-weary troops who took the city - not the ideal
people to carry out the sensitive task of an occupation in any case - are
exhausted. They are still not being relieved or even supplemented to a
significant degree two weeks since taking the city. (Fresh troops are on
their way, some from units perfectly suited to peacekeeping tasks, like the
2nd Armored Cavalry - but others from units with no experience of foreign
deployment, like the 4th ID.)
For now, there are nowhere near enough troops to stop the looting. Many
neighborhoods still haven't seen an American soldier even in a passing
convoy. This lack of a substantial U.S. presence in the city, while it
avoids "provocation," has led to a power vacuum.
And that vacuum is being filled by religious extremists (Christians are
being targeted for violence when they venture into militant Shia areas) in
some places, in others by street gangs who have armed themselves from the
caches the Republican Guard left all over the city.
After the British took control of what is now Iraq after World War I, it
took six months before they faced bloody, religiously inspired uprisings. If
CENTCOM and the top brass here in Baghdad don't get their act together, the
United States (or any provisional pro-American government) may yet see the
same.
To avoid such a tragic aftermath to a brilliant campaign, U.S. leaders
must stop moving in slow motion, face up to the immediate responsibilities
of occupation and bring in enough men and material to police, administer and
supply the capital city of the country they have liberated.
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