Against my better judgement I'm tossing my pennies into this thread.
Whilst going to international school overseas, I grew up reading about Averroes and Avicenna, Persian poetry and the battlefield courage of Saladin. I had Singaporean, Malay, and Pakistani friends. Over curry we'd discuss with my mostly European classmates the merits of cricket, the latest F1 stats, and compare our religions. The fact that I was Buddhist or my classmates Christian did not bring tumult or hate into our relatively quiet lives.
After I joined the service, I kept an evenhanded view of the American perspective vis-a-vis the Muslim perspective. After all, it is far too easy to descend into the realm of perjoratives and uninformed hatred. Being mindful of the Japanese-American experience of forced incarceration during the Second World War, I kept quiet. There is absolutely no reason to condemn an entire civilization for the errors of a few, and certainly no reason to brutalize anyone solely on the grounds of race or religion. This is what I thought, even after 9/11.
After crossing the Kuwaiti frontier in March 2003 and spending my first year in Iraq, I can say that everything I learned in my life before that was brought low. The brutality of these people against each other, even in the face of our onslaught, was sickening. The complete lack of honor amongst the Iraqi fighting men, the orgy of looting and destruction the Iraqi people visited upon their own schools, hospitals, and critical infrastructure made me despise them. I expected better. My grandfather's generation in Japan, would never have broken fighting the Americans, nor visited such chaos upon their homeland.
I expected an honorable enemy. For a year I waited for an enemy that would fight with true determination, like that of the NVA my uncles faced in Vietnam. None were forthcoming. So I went out and talked to the locals. Not that I had much problem in doing so, as the people all thought I was a Japanese soldier on loan from the UN (!) most of the time and had no difficulty in opening up, even with my sparse knowledge of the local language.
The same stories came out, over and over: How they wanted to be rich like the Japanese, how they wanted to rebuild, but how hopeless it seemed and how they lamented their own lack of patience. And then the undercurrents came out. The cult of the strongman, power won through guns and drugs, the feuding, the tacit acceptance of violence as the arbiter of every dispute. You don't like your neighbor? Throw a grenade at his sheep. You beat your wife so ditches you for another guy? Fire an RPG at her wedding. Bored and have nothing better to do? Get really drunk and fire an AK at your nieghbor's house. All of that happened on my watch, and more.
I came to the following conclusion: This is a thousand year war. The chasm between the West and the Mideast is over a millennia old. The savagery of the way of life in Iraq today is not going to vanish thanks to some cosmetic diktat. Only difference is that the extremists have enough military technology and the Western nations are so open that for them to strike us is like trying to tag a parked UPS truck with a snowball at five yards or less. Whoever thought that Iraq was going to submit like Germany or Japan was nuts to begin with. One was a Western nation to begin with, the other had a martial tradition that encapsuled rational submission to victors.
We may never, ever see the Iraqis break the cycle of violence within our lifetimes. The way I see it, the only we do now is by being there, we keep as many of the bad guys tied up over there as humanly possible. The more insurgents we clip, that's once less terrorist who is going to come stateside. After 9/11, it should be clear that they're going to keep on coming, no matter what. For me, keeping them away from American shores is good enough. I would rather fight the Iraqi insurgents and their foreign mujahid allies over there, not at home.
I would like to talk about values, and culture, and civilization at depth, but when I think of what it was like over there I can't even begin to say any more without feeling like an idiot. Somehow, somewhere, this all became us vs them, a fight to the death, where only one civilization and its way of life is going to walk away from it. Somehow, I don't think that there's any urgency in the general public here stateside about it.
That doesn't matter to me. All I want to do is go back to theater. And if I get to smoke a few insurgents, like the ones that we're talking about in this thread, I'll consider it all worth the effort.
Peace out.