The present-day U.S. military qualifies by any measure as highly professional, much more so than its Cold War predecessor. Yet the purpose of today’s professionals is not to preserve peace but to fight unending wars in distant places. Intoxicated by a post-Cold War belief in its own omnipotence, the United States allowed itself to be drawn into a long series of armed conflicts, almost all of them yielding unintended consequences and imposing greater than anticipated costs. Since the end of the Cold War, U.S. forces have destroyed many targets and killed many people. Only rarely, however, have they succeeded in accomplishing their assigned political purposes. . . . [F]rom our present vantage point, it becomes apparent that the “Revolution of ‘89” did not initiate a new era of history. At most, the events of that year fostered various unhelpful illusions that impeded our capacity to recognize and respond to the forces of change that actually matter.

Andrew Bacevich


Monday, May 26, 2014

War News for Monday, May 26, 2014


White House mistakenly reveals name of top CIA officer in Afghanistan


Reported security incidents
#1: A doctor from minority Ahmadi community of Pakistan was shot dead on Monday in Chenab Nagar town of Punjab province, officials have said. Mehdi Ali, a 50-year-old heart surgeon normally based in the United States, was attacked as he visited a cemetery in the town of Chenab Nagar.

#2: Gunmen stormed a tribal police post Sunday in southwestern Pakistan, killing six police officers and wounding three, authorities said. The attack took place in Wadh area of Baluchistan province's Khuzdar district, where insurgents have launched previous attacks, said Baroz Khan, a senior government official.

#3: Five Afghan soldiers have been killed in separate bombings within 24 hours across the country, said the country's Defense Ministry on Monday.

#4: A senior police chief and also a well-known anti-Taliban figure was killed in suicide bomb attack in Kandahar city, the provincial capital of southern Afghan province of Kandahar on Sunday, sources said. The attack took place in the afternoon when a militant detonated a suicide jacket close to the convoy of Abdul Wodoud in the city, 450 km south of Kabul, a police spokesman Zia Durranni told Xinhua.

#5: An explosion was heard in capital Kabul on Monday afternoon. The blast has reportedly taken place in Qala-e-Zaman Khan, in the 16th police district of Kabul city. Eyewitnesses in the area are saying that a bus which was transporting the Afghan security personnel, was targeted in the blast.

#6: At least 15 civilians were killed or injured in the latest wave of cross-border shelling by Pakistani military in eastern Afghanistan. Local authorities in Kunar province said the Pakistani military has fired over 280 rockets in this province during the recent days.

#7: A heavy explosion rocked southeastern Zabul province of Afghanistan on late Sunday, local government officials said. The officials further added that the incident took place in the outskirt of Qalat city, leaving two policemen dead.

1 comments:

Cervantes said...

All night in Brussels the wind had tugged at my door:
I had heard the wind at my door and the trees strung
Taut, and to me who had never been before
In that country it was a strange wind, blowing
Steadily, stiffening the walls, the floor,
The roof of my room. I had not slept for knowing
He too, dead, was a stranger in that land
And felt beneath the earth in the wind’s flowing
A tightening of roots and would not understand,
Remembering lake winds in Illinois,
That strange wind. I had felt his bones in the sand
Listening.

. . . Reflects that these enjoy
Their country’s gratitude, that deep repose,
That peace no pain can break, no hurt destroy,
That rest, that sleep . . .

At Ghent the wind rose.
There was a smell of rain and a heavy drag
Of wind in the hedges but not as the wind blows
Over fresh water when the waves lag
Foaming and the willows huddle and it will rain:
I felt him waiting.

. . . Indicates the flag
Which (may he say) enisles1 in Flanders plain
This little field these happy, happy dead
Have made America . . .

In the ripe grain
The wind coiled glistening, darted, fled,
Dragging its heavy body: at Waereghem
The wind coiled in the grass above his head:
Waiting—listening . . .

. . . Dedicates to them
This earth their bones have hallowed, this last gift
A grateful country . . .

Under the dry grass stem
The words are blurred, are thickened, the words sift
Confused by the rasp of the wind, by the thin grating
Of ants under the grass, the minute shift
And tumble of dusty sand separating
From dusty sand. The roots of the grass strain,
Tighten, the earth is rigid, waits—he is waiting—
And suddenly, and all at once, the rain!

-- Archibald MacLeish