Not civilian lives. Terrorist lives.
U.S. and Iraqi forces killed more than 60 insurgent and militia fighters in intense battles over the weekend, with most of the casualties believed to have been al-Qaida fighters, officials said Sunday
The cities are closing down to them, and open country with no cover is a hell of a place to try and run an insurgency from when your opponent owns the air. You can stand and die, or run and die tired. Hide and die alone in the darkness. Mass forces and die surrounded by friends.
A part of me almost wants to feel sorry for them. And then I remember the car bombs in the schoolyards, the murder and intimidation campaigns and the beheading videos. The vision they’d impose and the ruthlessness with which they would impose it.
And then I think: Good.
And I second that sentiment, Sir. Actually, my term is closer to a Tony the Tiger, “Great!”
Subsunk
While I’m not a fan of my buddy of the New Orleans Navy, I do like “EXCELLENT!” as a thought…
“Open country with no cover is a hell of a place to try and run an insurgency from when your opponent owns the air. You can stand and die, or run and die tired. Hide and die alone in the darkness. Mass forces and die surrounded by friends.”
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
That’s half of the brilliant move of fighting terrorists in Iraq. The other half is that getting them to attack deployed soldiers short circuits the classic problems of dealing with terrorists: identification, processing, and disposal. Even the modern problem of overlawyering is minimized.
“They enjoy dying. We enjoy killing them. You’d think we’d get along better.” Frank J. of imao.us.
Remembering Beslan I think we get along fine, just fine.