It seems really weird to even be writing these words — and, to be honest, there were times when I thought that I would never be writing these words* — but the war in Iraq is officially over as of… now…
U.S. troops lowered the flag of command that flew over the Iraqi capital, carefully rolled it and cased it in camouflage in accordance with Army tradition.
The quiet ceremony, under a bright Iraqi winter sun, was the opposite of the nighttime "shock and awe" bombardment of Baghdad that launched the war against Saddam Hussein in March 2003.
Justified by President George W. Bush on the grounds that Hussein was seeking weapons of mass destruction that he could share with terrorists such as al Qaeda, the invasion was deeply divisive in America and around the world.
I have mixed feelings about this. I mean, yeah, sure, we managed to beat our parents' big defining war by a good four months, but I don't know… I just feeling hollow inside somehow. Like, I never actually liked this war, but I've just become so used to it. Like a warm and fuzzy goiter that I've grown accustomed to stroking in bed while drifting off to sleep.**
I just wish that there was something… anything… that could fill this hole I have in my heart…
Even as President Obama winds down American commitments in Iraq and Afghanistan, Mr. Gingrich is warning of a protracted ideological struggle — and perhaps military intervention in Iran — as part of a battle of ideas in the Muslim world. The United States is "about where we were in 1946" up against the Soviet Union, he said recently.
Aaahhhh… Come to me, my pretty little Persian neck bubble.
* Like that time I got my hand caught in the garbage disposal. Or that time I got my hand caught in the food processor. Or that time I got my hand caught in the hand guillotine.
** The goiter analogy isn't working for you? Be happy I didn't go with the hemorrhoid one.
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Tags: Iran, Iraq, Military