How Many soldiers fighting “illegal” wars, who “steal oil” and “oppress” the populace get offered to join a family for tea during a patrol? Anyone?? Anyone?? Beuhler??
That’s what I thought.
No doubt we’ll hear from Juan Cole and similar types about how the Arabic words he tried to use weren’t quite right and how just because you’re in Iraq doesn’t mean that you understand what’s going on in Iraq blah blah blah.
“Win their hearts and minds.”, they say. In this little microcosm of Iraq, a curb in a neighborhood under the desert stars, “Mission Accomplished”.
I shall never forget the 10 minutes I spent with this family. No conversations of substance transpired, no earth shattering foreign policy formed. Simply hospitality and gratitude; just smiles, body language and handshakes. For a while, there was no fighting, no explosions, no terrorist possibly lurking around the corner. Even though I was in full combat gear, sharp steel sheathed, ammunition and explosives strapped to my chest, rifle slung at my front, for a moment, I was just a guy enjoying a hot beverage and some candy with the neighbors.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Our men and women in uniform are America’s finest ambassadors.