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Iraq
Michael Yon: Baqubah Update: 05 July 2007
2007-07-06
Today marks “D +16” of Operation “Arrowhead Ripper,” the Battle for Baqubah. . . .

Media coverage went from a near monopoly (Michael Gordon from New York Times and me) to a nearly capsized boat as journalists flooded in from other parts of Iraq to see the fight. They managed to miss most of it. Today, IÂ’m told, there are now only 3 journalists remaining, including one writer (me.)

As with the Battle for Mosul, which I held in near monopoly for about five months during 2005, the most interesting parts of the Battle for Baqubah are unfolding after the major fighting ends. But as the guns cool, the media stops raining and starts evaporating, or begins making only short visits of a week or so.

The big news on the streets today is that the people of Baqubah are generally ecstatic, although many hold in reserve a serious concern that we will abandon them again. For many Iraqis, we have morphed from being invaders to occupiers to members of a tribe. I call it the “al Ameriki tribe,” or “tribe America.”

I’ve seen this kind of progression in Mosul, out in Anbar and other places, and when I ask our military leaders if they have sensed any shift, many have said, yes, they too sense that Iraqis view us differently. In the context of sectarian and tribal strife, we are the tribe that people can—more or less and with giant caveats—rely on.

Most Iraqis I talk with acknowledge that if it was ever about the oil, itÂ’s not now. Not mostly anyway. It clearly would have been cheaper just to buy the oil or invade somewhere easier that has more. Similarly, most Iraqis seem now to realize that we really donÂ’t want to stay here, and that many of us canÂ’t wait to get back home. They realize that we are not resolved to stay, but are impatient but to drive down to Kuwait and sail away. And when they consider the Americans who actually deal with Iraqis every day, the Iraqis can no longer deny that we really do want them to succeed. But we want them to succeed without us. We want to see their streets are clean and safe, their grass is green, and their birds are singing. We want to see that on television. Not in person. We donÂ’t want to be here. We tell them that every day. It finally has settled in that we are telling the truth.

Now that all those realizations and more have settled in, the dynamics here are changing in palpable ways.

Since my reporting of the massacre at the al Hamari village, many readers at home have asked how anyone can know that al Qaeda actually performed the massacre. The question is a very good one, and one that I posed from the first hour to Iraqis and Americans while trying to ascertain facts about the killings.

No one can claim with certainty that it was al Qaeda, but the Iraqis here seem convinced of it. . . . Like many things in Iraq, the question of whether or not the murderers were al Qaeda is flawed from beginning. Al Qaeda is not a union, it doesn’t issue passports. What is al Qaeda but the collection of people who claim to be al Qaeda? Those responsible for murdering and burying those bodies in al Ahamir (or al Hamira) had the markers of al Qaeda, the same al Qaeda that had boastfully installed itself as the shadow government of Baqubah. The al Qaeda who committed atrocities in Afghanistan, New York…the list is long. As for al Ahamir, the massacre “walks like a duck.” It happened in duck headquarters. The people here say the duck did it. The duck laughs.

And so on 05 July, or D + 16, after the meeting, Iraqi leaders including the Deputy Governor of Diyala, and also Abdul Jabar, one of the Provincial chair holders, headed to some of the most dangerous areas in Baqubah on what Americans would call “a meet and greet.” At first the people seemed hesitant, but when they saw Iraqi leaders–along with members of their own press–asking citizens what they needed, each place we stopped grew into a festival of smiles.

The people were jubilant. None of the kids–and by the end of the day there were hundreds–asked me for anything, other than to take their photos. These were not the kids-made-brats by well-meaning soldiers, but polite Iraqi kids in situ, and the cameras were like a roller coaster ride for them. The kids didn’t care much for the video; they wanted still photos taken. While the kids were trying to get me to photograph them, it was as if the roller coaster was cranking and popping up the tracks, but when I finally turned the camera on them–snap! –it was as if the rollercoaster had crested the apex and slipped into the thrill of gravity. Of course, once the ride ended, it only made some clamor for more. Iraqi kids that have not been spoiled by handouts are the funniest I have seen anywhere.

American soldiers just watched, but during one of the impromptu stops, an Iraqi man who might have been 30-years-old came up and said that he’d been beaten up by soldiers from the 5th Iraqi Army. He had the marks on his face to lend initial credence. But most striking was that he hadn’t gone to the Iraqi leaders, nor did he come to the man with the camera and note pad. He did what I see Iraqis increasingly doing: he went to the local sheik of “al Ameriki tribe.” In this case, the sheik was LTC Fred Johnson. . . .

More and more Iraqis put their trust in Americans as arbiters of justice. The man said he was afraid to complain to Iraqi officials because he might get killed, but he wanted to tell LTC Johnson, who listened carefully. When the man pleaded for anonymity, Johnson said he needed written statements from witnesses. The man pointed to some witnesses, and then disappeared and came back with statements, and I can say from my own eyes that Johnson was careful with those statements, guarding them until he could get alone with an Iraqi general later on 05 July. . . .
Posted by:Mike

#8  Don't put it past them. They have gutted children and hidden bombs inside to kill family members when they went to pick up the body. There is a level of depravity among muslims that Americans are not prepared for, so the public closes their eyes and pretends it does not exist.
Posted by: ed   2007-07-06 20:56  

#7  Urban legends merge seamlessly into propaganda. Usually theirs, since we seem reluctant to even attempt such psy-ops. (Or we're so good at it that I don't even realize it's going on.)
One of the best legends was that our guys' fancy sunglasses gave them x-ray vision. That one kind of worked both ways - we were 'invincible', but also evil, because we were looking right through their womens' burkas and stuff.
Posted by: Glenmore   2007-07-06 20:42  

#6  And then their boy was brought in with his mouth stuffed. The boy had been baked. Al Qaeda served the boy to his family.

Nuff said!
Posted by: 3dc   2007-07-06 13:36  

#5  Any more urban legend than an AP or Reuters story? Decapigate comes to mind.
Posted by: doc   2007-07-06 12:40  

#4  Re number 3

Captian, I highly think that part is probally an urban legend. It is horrific but just sounds too "movie like". It is understandable how this happens when people are under terror. IF its trues that is truly incredible
Posted by: LSU guy   2007-07-06 10:58  

#3  And then their boy was brought in with his mouth stuffed. The boy had been baked. Al Qaeda served the boy to his family.

oh. my. god.

Could this be an Iraqi urban legend? Imagine the horror.
Posted by: Captain Lewis   2007-07-06 10:39  

#2  He did what I see Iraqis increasingly doing: he went to the local sheik of �al Ameriki tribe.� In this case, the sheik was LTC Fred Johnson. . . .

Heh. If you look at this from a sociological or organizational point of view, its actually a group process that is already incorporated in a different fashion within the existing military order -

TITLE 10 > Subtitle A > PART II > CHAPTER 47 > SUBCHAPTER XI > § 938
§ 938. Art. 138. Complaints of wrongs

Any member of the armed forces who believes himself wronged by his commanding officer, and who, upon due application to that commanding officer, is refused redress, may complain to any superior commissioned officer, who shall forward the complaint to the officer exercising general court-martial jurisdiction over the officer against whom it is made. The officer exercising general court-martial jurisdiction shall examine into the complaint and take proper measures for redressing the wrong complained of; and he shall, as soon as possible, send to the Secretary concerned a true statement of that complaint, with the proceedings had thereon.


Sheik, the old man, the big kahuna, it's all the same. Just different cultural rituals. Heh.
Posted by: Procopius2k   2007-07-06 09:24  

#1  al Ameriki tribe... hehe. I like that. It sums up America nicely.
Posted by: DarthVader   2007-07-06 09:19  

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