The final column of around 100 mostly U.S. military MRAP armored vehicles carrying 500 U.S. troops trundled across the southern Iraq desert from their last base through the night and daybreak along an empty highway to the Kuwaiti border.
Honking their horns, the last batch of around 25 American military trucks and tractor trailers carrying Bradley fighting vehicles crossed the border early Sunday morning, their crews waving at fellow troops along the route.
“I just can’t wait to call my wife and kids and let them know I am safe,” Sgt. First Class Rodolfo Ruiz said as the border came into sight. Soon afterwards, he told his men the mission was over, “Hey guys, you made it.”
Nine years. Billions and billions of dollars. Thousands killed and wounded. And lots of columnists who were happy as hell to cheer on a war they or their children would have no part in fighting, just because to do otherwise would make them liberal, or possibly French.
In the coming years we’re going to hear lots of very smart people on our televisions tell us very gravely that it all seemed like a good idea at the time, or that if it didn’t, we were all as a country understandably traumatized by 9/11 and needed to blow some shit up, or were especially susceptible to lies by those who wanted to blow some shit up.
Never forget that not everybody lost their minds. Never forget that some people stood up. Never forget that some people fought back.
I guess we can all forget it now. I guess it’s all okay.
Until the next time.