Iraq war, 5 years later
At this time of the fifth anniversary of Iraq, many images flood my mind: Marines landing in Iraq; the toppling of the statue of Saddam Hussein as our soldiers took over Baghdad; the haunting ‘Mission Impossible’ new conference – what, 3 weeks following this date five years ago?; the (forbidden) picture of the hold of a US cargo plane filled end to end with flag-draped caskets; bombed out homes; Iraqis clinging to each other, crying in grief over the loss of a loved one; that bombed out golden dome of the mosque; Iraqis fleeing for their lives; Saddam found in that bunker; Saddam on trial; smiling Iraqis holding up purple-inked fingers; many more images of broken Iraqi bodies, homes, markets, neighborhoods; returned soldiers trying to walk with new prosthetic devices; and the children – Iraqi children who live a fear filled life, and American children who are missing a father or mother.
I opposed this war from the first stirrings from the Bush administration that this was a necessary retribution for 9-11. And the worse-case scenarios from that day, projected by those who also opposed this war, were not as bad as the reality now five years later.
But like many of us, I am torn about the right way to proceed. Abandon ship, so to speak, and let the chips fall where they may? Continued occupation with the goal of righting things (not an option for the long term, surely!)? Once I said that I wish we would embark on a giant humanitarian project, kind of like a modern day Marshall Plan – and I was promptly told that the situation in Iraq was not nearly stable enough for that to happen. But what about now? Is it Pollyanna-ish to want to spend the war money to build hospitals, electricity generating stations, repair/replace homes, get an infrastructure together so that healthy life can emerge? Can there ever be safety in Iraq? Or peace?
So many questions. So much sadness, so much to atone for, as I am part of the United States, I am a citizen, and this war is my war too.
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