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ometimes it seemed like God was holding them back until I got on
the gun.
“Hey, wake up.”
I opened my eyes and looked up from my spot on the floor.
“Let’s rotate,” said Jay, my LPO. He’d been on the gun for
about four hours while I’d been catching a nap.
“All right.”
I unfolded myself from the ground and moved over to the gun.
“So? What’s been going on?” I asked. Whenever someone
came on the gun, the person he was relieving would brief him
quickly, describing who’d been in the neighborhood, etc.
“Nothing,” said Jay. “I haven’t seen anyone.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
We swapped positions. Jay pulled his ball cap down to catch
some sleep.
I put my eye near the sight, scanning. Not ten seconds later, an
insurgent walked fat into the crosshairs, AK out. I watched him
move tactically toward an American position for a few seconds,
confirming that he was within the ROEs.
Then I shot him.
“I
....
’ hate you,” grumbled Jay from the floor nearby.
He
didn’t bother moving his ball cap, let alone get up.
I
never had any doubts about the people I shot. My guys would
tease me:
Yeah, I know Chris. He’s got a little gun cut on the
end of his scope. Everybody he sees is in the ROEs.
But the truth was, my targets were always obvious, and I, of
course, had plenty of witnesses every time I shot.
The way things were, you couldn’t chance making a mistake.
You’d be crucified if you didn’t strictly obey the ROEs.
Back in Fallujah, there was an incident involving Marines
clearing a house. A unit had gone into a house, stepping over some
bodies as they moved to clear the rooms. Unfortunately, one of the
bastards on the ground wasn’t dead. After the Marines were in the
house, he rolled over and pulled the pin on a grenade. It exploded,
killing or wounding some of the Marines.
From then on, the Marines started putting a round in anybody
they saw as they entered a house. At some point, a newsman with a
camera recorded this; the video became public and the Marines got
in trouble. Charges were either dropped or never actually filed,
since the initial investigation explained the circumstances. Still, even
the potential for charges was something you were always aware of.
The worst thing that you could ever do for that war was having
all these media people embedded in the units. Most Americans
can’t take the reality of war, and the reports they sent back didn’t
help us at all.
The leadership wanted to have the backing of the public for the
war. But really, who cares?
The way I figure it, if you send us to do a job, let us do it. That’s
why you have admirals and generals—let them supervise us, not
some fat-ass congressman sitting in a leather chair smoking a cigar
back in DC in an air-conditioned office, telling me when and where
I can and cannot shoot someone.
How would they know? They’ve never even been in a combat
situation.
And once you decide to send us, let me do my job. War is war.
Tell me: Do you want us to conquer our enemy? Annihilate
them? Or are we heading over to serve them tea and cookies?
Tell the military the end result you want, and you’ll get it. But
don’t try and tell us how to do it. All those rules about when and
under what circumstances an enemy combatant could be killed
didn’t just make our jobs harder, they put our lives in danger.
The ROEs got so convoluted and
....
-up because
politicians
were interfering in the process. The rules are
drawn up by lawyers
who are trying to protect the admirals
and generals from the
politicians; they’re not written by
people who are worried about the
guys on the ground
getting shot.
F
or some reason, a lot of people back home—not all people—
didn’t accept that we were at war. They didn’t accept that war
means death, violent death most times. A lot of people, not just
politicians, wanted to impose ridiculous fantasies on us, hold us to
some standard of behavior that no human being could maintain.
I’m not saying war crimes should be committed. I
am
saying that
warriors need to be let loose to fight war without their hands tied
behind their backs.
According to the ROEs I followed in Iraq, if someone came into
my house, shot my wife, my kids, and then threw his gun down, I
was supposed to NOT shoot him. I was supposed to take him
gently into custody.
Would you?
You can argue that my success proves the ROEs worked. But I
feel that I could have been more effective, probably protected more
people and helped bring the war to a quicker conclusion without
them.
I
t seemed the only news stories we read were about atrocities or
how impossible it was going to be to pacify Ramadi.
Guess what? We killed all those bad guys, and what happened?
The Iraqi tribal leaders
finally
realized we meant business, and they
finally
banded together not just to govern themselves, but to kick
the insurgents out. It took force, it took violence of action, to create
a situation where there could be peace.
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