The last combat troops rolled out of Iraq this weekend. We won...sort of. We ousted a cruel dictator, a huge threat to the region (and the world to a smaller extent), and helped install a democratically elected government. We, hopefully, put them on the road to joining the 21st century. It's up to them to do so, I suppose.
Regardless of our successes, we are leaving in the middle of the night as if we are ashamed and defeated. Many on the left certainly did all they could to assist our enemies in that endeavor. In more saner times, many would have went to jail for giving away secrets and sabotaging our efforts. Despite what many of the Left Wing extremists thought or said, we did not enter illegally, nor did we kill millions of innocents.
Our troops seem to feel more of a sense of relief rather than the elation of victory. They understand the historical moment and most understand the precarious precipice on which we leave Iraq hanging. They also understand that the next few years will be crucial to its future. Will they survive as a democracy, or will they be swallowed up by Iran or other Islamists? Time will tell, but frankly, the future looks a bit bleak.
The politicians will spin the withdrawal in whatever direction they think will benefit themselves. It's disgusting, but that's politics.
The Reservists and Guardsmen will return to their communities. Most will resume their lives and a few will be troubled. We, as a nation, owe them more than we can pay.
Welcome back, heroes! Thank you for your multitude of sacrifices. I'm sorry there will be no parades for you. The ticker-tape will not fall from the canyons of Manhattan and the New York Times will not print a banner, half-page headline.
I pray for your healing.
VW







