The House from Hell

Michael J. Totten has a story from Fallujah. It’s not pretty reading one bit – there’s some particularly gruesome descriptions of hand to hand combat. It’s a grim reminder of what it’s really like on the front lines of war. To say the guy is lucky to be alive is vastly under stating what happened.… Continue reading The House from Hell

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War, now and Then

If you want to see how attitudes to war have changed, I would point you at this move, Command Decision, that I saw some months ago. In it, a general is sending bombers deep into Germany, far beyond the range of any fighter escorts. The missions are risky, and casualties are very high, and as… Continue reading War, now and Then

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Random thought

Just saw another “War bla bla Profit” protest sign. And a thought occurred: why don’t we fight wars at a financial loss? Oh wait… that’s the other thing they complain about!

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Stand By for Media Silence

As we all know, John Murtha got a whole lot of press when he decided to oppose the Iraq war. The question is, what would happen if the reverse situation occurred? “Objective” Media should, in theory, give just as much coverage. Well, we’ll know shortly. Ha, don’t make me laugh. This’ll get completely swept under… Continue reading Stand By for Media Silence

“Under National, Air NZ would be carrying body bags”

Let’s think a bit about the Hollow Woman’s claim in this morning’s paper. Prime Minister Helen Clark has said that if National was in Government Air New Zealand would have been bringing the bodies of New Zealand troops back from Iraq. Her comments came as she reacted to National’s attempts to make capital over the… Continue reading “Under National, Air NZ would be carrying body bags”

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Perl Harbour

I just finished watching Perl Harbour, part 2. That’s the part where they get bombed, then bomb back. In truth, I almost cried watching those people get shot at, the nurses having to pronounce friends dead and move on, having to put an “F” (Fatal – meaning too fatal for treatment) on men in pain.