…They pull you back in! I was just talking to one of my colleagues here in the office. Over the weekend he was talking to his cousin who has been out the military for nine years. He just got notice from the defense department that he is being reactivated. He will have two weeks of training to get back in shape, and then another two weeks to learn his new responsibilities. Then he gets shipped out to Iraq. Two weeks to learn what to do there! No wonder the whole situation there is such a cluster fuck. This guy’s wife just had a baby last summer and the poor guy just started a business. As hard as it is to get a business going, it is probably hosed already. All this so shrub’s buddies in Houston can keep get rich and fat at the public trough.
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In Sunday’s Ann Arbor News they ran a review of L. Paul Bremmer’s My Year in Iraq, and the reviewer was not impressed with either the book, the man or the way the war has been handled. Basically, the guy spent a whole year there, never questioned if he had the necessary experience to govern a country spiralling into civil war, never really educated himself about what he was supposed to be doing and how he should be doing it, and never even seemed to have a plan beyond, “I’m in charge here.” So Bremmer gets to come home and write a pat-yourself-on-the-back memoir (he should have called it A Million Little Pieces) while guys like your colleague’s cousin has his life turned upside-down because…well, oops, this Iraq thing has turned out to take a little longer than we had anticipated and…well, you don’t always go to war with the Army you want, now, do you?