- WASHINGTON - The Internet,
which fills our inboxes with spam and scams every day and keeps our delete
keys shiny, occasionally delivers a real keeper, such as the words below,
which were written by a graduate of West Point, Class of 2003, who's now
at war in Iraq.
- We tracked down the author, who gave us permission to
quote from his letter so long as we didn't reveal his name.
- Old soldiers in the Civil War coined a phrase for green
troops who survived their first taste of battle: "He has seen the
elephant." This Army lieutenant sums up the combat experience better
than many a grizzled veteran:
- "Well, I'm here in Iraq, and I've seen it, and done
it. I've seen everything you've ever seen in a war movie. I've seen cowardice;
I've seen heroism; I've seen fear; and I've seen relief. I've seen blood
and brains all over the back of a vehicle, and I've seen men bleed to death
surrounded by their comrades. I've seen people throw up when it's all over,
and I've seen the same shell-shocked look in 35-year-old experienced sergeants
as in 19-year-old privates.
- "I've heard the screams - `Medic! Medic!' I've hauled
dead civilians out of cars, and I've looked down at my hands and seen them
covered in blood after putting some poor Iraqi civilian in the wrong place
at the wrong time into a helicopter. I've seen kids with gunshot wounds,
and I've seen kids who've tried to kill me.
- "I've seen men tell lies to save lives: `What happened
to Sergeant A.?' The reply: `C'mon man, he's all right - he's wondering
if you'll be OK - he said y'all will have a beer together when you get
to Germany.' SFC A. was lying 15 feet away on the other side of the bunker
with two medics over him desperately trying to get either a pulse or a
breath. The man who asked after SFC A. was himself bleeding from two gut
wounds and rasping as he tried to talk with a collapsed lung. One of them
made it; one did not.
- "I've run for cover as fast as I've ever run - I'll
hear the bass percussion thump of mortar rounds and rockets exploding as
long as I live. I've heard the shrapnel as it shredded through the trailers
my men live in and over my head. I've stood, gasping for breath, as I helped
drag into a bunker a man so pale and badly bloodied I didn't even recognize
him as a soldier I've known for months. I've run across open ground to
find my soldiers and make sure I had everyone.
- "I've raided houses, and shot off locks, and broken
in windows. I've grabbed prisoners, and guarded them. I've looked into
the faces of men who would have killed me if I'd driven past their IED
(improvised explosive device) an hour later. I've looked at men who've
killed two people I knew, and saw fear.
- "I've seen that, sadly, that men who try to kill
other men aren't monsters, and most of them aren't even brave - they aren't
defiant to the last - they're ordinary people. Men are men, and that's
it. I've prayed for a man to make a move toward the wire, so I could flip
my weapon off safe and put two rounds in his chest - if I could beat my
platoon sergeant's shotgun to the punch. I've been wanted dead, and I've
wanted to kill.
- "I've sworn at the radio when I heard one of my
classmate's platoon sergeants call over the radio: `Contact! Contact! IED,
small arms, mortars! One KIA, three WIA!' Then a burst of staccato gunfire
and a frantic cry: `Red 1, where are you? Where are you?' as we raced to
the scene ... knowing full well we were too late for at least one of our
- "I've seen a man without the back of his head and
still done what I've been trained to do - `medic!' I've cleaned up blood
and brains so my soldiers wouldn't see it - taken pictures to document
the scene, like I'm in some sort of bizarre cop show on TV.
- "I've heard gunfire and hit the ground, heard it
and closed my Humvee door, and heard it and just looked and figured it
was too far off to worry about. I've seen men stacked up outside a house,
ready to enter - some as scared as they could be, and some as calm as if
they were picking up lunch from McDonald's. I've laughed at dead men, and
watched a sergeant on the ground, laughing so hard he was crying, because
my boots were stuck in a muddy field, all the while an Iraqi corpse was
not five feet from him.
- "I've heard men worry about civilians, and I've
heard men shrug and sum up their viewpoint in two words - `F--- 'em.' I've
seen people shoot when they shouldn't have, and I've seen my soldiers take
an extra second or two, think about it, and spare somebody's life.
- "I've bought drinks from Iraqis while new units
watched in wonder from their trucks, pointing weapons in every direction,
including the Iraqis my men were buying a Pepsi from. I've patrolled roads
for eight hours at a time that combat support units spend days preparing
to travel 10 miles on. I've laughed as other units sit terrified in traffic,
fingers nervously on triggers, while my soldiers and I deftly whip around,
drive on the wrong side of the road, and wave to Iraqis as we pass. I can
recognize a Sadiqqi (Arabic for friend) from a Haji (Arabic word for someone
who has made the pilgrimage to Mecca, but our word for a bad guy); I know
who to point my weapons at, and who to let pass.
- "I've come in from my third 18-hour patrol in as
many days with a full beard and stared at a major in a pressed uniform
who hasn't left the wire since we've been here, daring him to tell me to
shave. He looked at me, looked at the dust and sweat and dirt on my uniform,
and went back to typing at his computer.
- "I've stood with my men in the mess hall, surrounded
by people whose idea of a bad day in Iraq is a six-hour shift manning a
radio, and watched them give us a wide berth as we swagger in, dirty, smelly,
tired, but sure in our knowledge that we pull the triggers, and we do what
the Army does, and they, with their clean uniforms and weapons that have
never fired, support us.
- "I've given a kid water and Gatorade and made a
friend for life. I've let them look through my sunglasses - no one wears
them in this country but us - and watched them pretend to be an American
soldier - a swaggering invincible machine, secure behind his sunglasses,
only because the Iraqis can't see the fear in his eyes.
- "I've said it a thousand times - `God, I hate this
country.' I've heard it a million times more - `This place sucks.' In quieter
moments, I've heard more profound things: `Sir, this is a thousand times
worse than I ever thought it would be.' Or, `My wife and Sgt. B's wife
were good friends - I hope she's taking it well.'
- "They say they're scared, and say they won't do
this or that, but when it comes time to do it they can't let their buddies
down, can't let their friends go outside the wire without them, because
they know it isn't right for the team to go into the ballgame at any less
than 100 percent.
- "That's combat, I guess, and there's no way you
can be ready for it. It just is what it is, and everybody's experience
is different. Just thought you might want to know what it's really like."
- About The Writer -
- Joseph L. Galloway is the senior military correspondent
for Knight Ridder Newspapers and co-author of the national best-seller
"We Were Soldiers Once ... and Young." Readers may write to him
at: Knight Ridder Washington Bureau, 700 National Press Building, Washington,
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