Why soldiers miss war

Army Sgt. 1st Class Jeffrey Martin parked the truck outside the tall concrete slabs arranged in a defensive perimeter around the U.S. tactical operations center at FOB Shank, Afghanistan. A layer of fine brown dust hung in the air. Out in the distance, high snow-capped mountains ringed the combined U.S./Afghan base. C-130 transport planes and Apache helicopter gunships roared overhead at regular intervals.

“You wanna see where the rocket landed?” he asked me.

“Yeah, of course,” I replied.

“How you doing?” he asked, knowing what was in store for me later.

“I’m fine,” I replied automatically, not knowing if it was a lie. “I’m sure it’ll sink in later.”

He didn’t reply.

Due to the frequency of Taliban attacks, FOB Shank is jokingly referred to as “rocket city” by the U.S. soldiers stationed there. Nearby hills and sprawling urban areas dot the enormous bowl valley within which the base sits in Logar Province, offering plenty of places for Taliban militants to hide and lob one-off rocket and mortar shots.

Consequently, the place is constructed like a medieval castle. Reinforced concrete and rebar bunkers lined with sandbags and stocked with first-aid kits are never more than sprinting distance away. When the air raid alarm goes off, as it does several times a day, you have two choices.

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Coming home

The war is still there, and so am I. I’m in the checkout line at Trader Joe’s. I can’t perfectly remember the conversation between the cashier and the guy in front of me. But it goes something like this:

Cashier: (holding a can of pumpkin puree) “Oh my God, this pumpkin is the best. Have you tried it?”

Man: “Of course! (Takes wallet out of his man purse that has a diagonal strap across his chest) I love everything pumpkin in the fall. Have you tried the new pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks? Amazing.”

Cashier: “Oh, I know. When you find something you like, you just have to get as much as you can before it runs out.”

In the checkout lane next to me, a middle-aged woman in Lululemon yoga pants holds a Louis Vuitton purse in the crook of her elbow with a BMW car key in that hand. In her other hand is an iPhone 6 in a pink protective case. She’s talking to the cashier about a gluten-free diet.

I’m gone, watching everything from a perch 5,000 miles away in Kyiv, where I really am. Am I back in reality, or have I left it?

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A Ukrainian city on the brink of disaster breathes a skeptical sigh of relief

MARIUPOL — The sounds of war began yesterday afternoon as a whisper. Today the concussions of artillery and rocket fire rattled windows in Mariupol.

It seemed for a while that all was lost, and the pro-Russia rebels were poised to break through the Ukrainian lines and overrun the city. People were packing as much as they could into their cars and fleeing. Restaurants were shut down. The streets grew empty.

And then, as if ripped straight from the pages of All Quiet on the Western Front, the sounds of war went silent. A cease-fire had been signed.

Passing drivers honked their horns. People cheered in celebration and strangers hugged each other. It was like New Year’s times a million.

In Minsk, Belarus — more than 700 miles north of Mariupol — Ukrainian and Russian politicians reached a deal to stop the fighting. And then, in an instant, armies of young men stopped shooting at each other.

The absurdity of war.

Tonight I’m back in that same seaside bar from a few nights ago. It’s another beautiful night with an easy breeze. I’m drinking beer again, and the same awful techno covers of American songs are on the radio. It’s as if the last few days are imagined.

But I can’t stop thinking about what tonight could have been like.

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Last night in a war that isn’t mine

It is time to leave. I know that, but I don’t know how to do it.

Those who never fell in love laugh at those who have, thinking they would be too strong for such a thing. Until it happens to them, of course. And then you think the thing that has happened to so many others is only yours and no one else has ever felt this way.

Falling in love with a country in a war that isn’t yours is like that first blinded embrace against which all others will pale forever.

I don’t know how to leave.

How do I look her in the eyes and say I’ll never see you again?

How do I walk down her streets and walk away from something that drew me harder and truer than anything ever has?

It isn’t my war to fight, I know, and that’s what they say to me. They say it’s time to come home and that my life is back in the other place and that I don’t see things clearly. But what could be clearer than this?

They say things like I care too much and I’m too attached and I’ve stayed too long and they talk about responsibility and real life and living the way I’m supposed to.

They say these things and in the thinking part of me I understand. But thinking isn’t how true things happen.

Truth happens walking back in the middle of the night, high on wine, after dropping her off at her doorstep and kissing her good-bye and feeling the weight of everything gone and the before and the after mixed in the now as you walk through squares and along streets that are full in the day but empty in the night and it is only you and you have the whole world all for yourself, and the world inside of you too.

Anything seems possible then. You dream bigger and walk lighter and feel happy and fearless and wish that you could stay forever in this moment that you know you will look back on every time you feel despair as proof of the light of life.

Maybe that’s why love and war twist and tangle the way they do.

Those two things have the power to erase yesterday and tomorrow and make you both fearless and terrified of the end.

To find a person or a cause that is more important than you is the highest thing a soul can do, after all. And once you have done one you can do the other with ease.

And when you find a reason to live that’s stronger than the fear of death, well, that also makes the leaving harder to do.

That is why warriors fight harder and love harder than anyone else.

I fell in love with Ukraine, and her, and it breaks my heart to leave. If I had forever left to give, it would be for her and here and this.

So one more drink, just a little longer. Time to walk back soon, but not right now. I’ll say good-bye and cross back over, but not quite yet; it’s still tonight, and her and here and this is still all mine.

Forget nukes — Propaganda and shame are terrorists’ WMDs of choice

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There are a lot of horrible stories from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. My little brother, former Air Force Capt. Drew Peterson, told me one of the worst I’ve yet to hear.

He was riding in a convoy from Bagram Air Base to Kabul during a deployment to Afghanistan in August 2010.

This particularly dangerous stretch of road was known as “suicide alley” due to the frequency of Taliban improvised explosive device (IED) attacks. Most of the IEDs along suicide alley were physically connected to detonators by a thin copper “piano wire,” which, unlike IEDs remotely controlled via cell-phone, made them immune to jamming.

These hard-wired IEDs, however, required greater precision out of the attacker to time the explosion to passing vehicles.

So the best defense against attack was to drive fast and not stop. Not for anything.

“The Taliban would do anything to get us to stop,” Drew said. “But as soon as you stop or open your door, you’re dead.”

Drew was sitting in the back left seat that August day, behind the Afghan National Police (ANP) officer driving the Toyota Tacoma, which was the lead vehicle in the convoy. There were two other people in the cab, as well as an ANP officer in the back bed of the truck manning an AK-47 assault rifle.

Suddenly, there was the high-pitched squeal of brakes and the deep bass thump of impact. Drew instinctively turned to look forward, only to see a young girl, maybe five or six years old, split in two over the hood of the truck. “Half her body went over the truck, half her body went under it,” as he described it.

There was a lot of blood.

People inside the truck were yelling and cussing.

The guy in the front passenger seat was screaming, “Go, go, go.”

“We just ran over a fucking kid,” someone else said.

The Afghan driver fought through his instinct to stop the truck — he knew this was no accident.

The driver later explained that he saw a man kick the young girl into the road. This was a common tactic used by the Taliban to try and coax NATO and Afghan government convoys to slow down or stop so they could be destroyed by an IED or an ambush.

But the driver didn’t fall for the Taliban’s ploy, he punched the gas and kept the truck moving, thus saving the lives of my brother and everyone else inside from the Taliban ambush that was sure to follow, but never came.

“It fucked with our heads,” Drew later said. “But I’m sure if we stopped, they had some plans for us.”

Just to reiterate — the Taliban deliberately kicked a child in front of a truck to set up an ambush.

Such barbarity has the secondary effect of wounding the souls and consciences of the troops who witness such things.

Four years later, Drew’s sentences sometimes trail off as he explains that day, his mind replaying images and sounds for which there are no words.

“It definitely makes you question whether we are doing more harm than good over there,” Drew said. “Who are these people, the Taliban? These are not human beings. There is no bringing these people back. And if they are willing to do this to win, there is no bomb that can defeat that. How do you destroy someone that doesn’t care about being destroyed?”

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While Iraqis welcome US airstrikes, experts debate whether airpower alone can turn the tide in Iraq

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Iraqis on Friday widely welcomed President Barack Obama’s approval of targeted airstrikes against Islamist militants, even as the country braces for what may be a protracted and bloody counterinsurgency battle, and some U.S. military and terrorism experts question the ability of airpower alone to turn the tide of the war.

“People are really afraid in Baghdad from the possibility that ISIS could take over Baghdad,” said Yasir Alobaidi, a 37-year-old human rights lawyer who lives in Baghdad, speaking to Blue Force Tracker from Toronto Friday. “ISIS have no support among Iraqi people, and they are considered as a bunch of barbaric thugs that have a gloomy agenda that could turn Iraq into ash.”

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For Syrian expat, hope fades as homeland moves toward ‘dark ages’

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It was do or die time for the two Syrian brothers.

They had been hunkered down in a farm on the outskirts of the city of Deir Atiyah for almost two years, hoping to ride out the Syrian civil war there. One brother had his wife and 12-year-old daughter with him; the other was alone. They had managed to survive the ruthless bombings and artillery barrages from Syrian dictator Bashar al-Assad’s forces, which had left Deir Atiyah in ruins. But the foursome was nearly out of food. Unless they found something to eat soon, they were all going to starve.

Yet, leaving the sanctuary of the farm within which they had sought shelter meant exposing themselves to the unpredictable dangers of a conflict that had devolved into an apocalyptic, Hobbesian state of total war.

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The moral absurdity of Hamas’s war

A quick primer on just and unjust wars.

Jus ad bellum: The justice of war.

Jus in bello: The justice in war.

The key idea is this — A war fought for a just cause can become a crime if it is fought in a criminal way.

Admittedly this is an academic exercise, but stick with me for a few minutes and consider the possibility that both Hamas and Israel are fighting for just reasons – jus ad bellum.

Palestinians claim Israelis booted them from their homeland, diminishing them to a refugee nation. They say they were subsequently oppressed and marginalized, and are fighting for what is rightfully and historically theirs.

Israelis say they are simply defending themselves from indiscriminate rocket and terrorist attacks, and after three generations of statehood, as well as historical claims, they have just as much a right to the land as the Palestinians do.

Both sides believe their cause is just, and there are merits and pitfalls to each argument. The distinguishing factor for a dispassionate third-party observer, therefore, is the consideration paid toward moral justice in the way the Israelis and Palestinians conduct war — jus in bello.

No matter where your opinion lands on the reasons for which Israelis and Palestinians fight, consider this very simple, yet revealing fact:

Every rocket fired by Hamas toward Israel is intended to kill civilians indiscriminately. Conversely, every missile, artillery barrage or rifle shot fired by Israeli forces is aimed toward a perceived military target with extraordinary efforts taken to limit civilian casualties.

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Afghan drug trade grows despite $7.6 billion US counternarcotics effort

Despite a U.S. investment of about $7.6 billion in counternarcotics efforts in Afghanistan since 2002, the UN reports that Afghanistan’s overall production of the seed used to create opium has increased for three consecutive years.

According to a Wednesday report from the Special Inspector General for Afghanistan Reconstruction (SIGAR), the overall land used for poppy-seed cultivation (used for opium production) went from 154,000 hectares in 2012 to 209,000 hectares in 2013—a 36% increase. […]

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