Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Memo to Muqtada al-Sadr
Now that you've rebuffed offers from your countrymen to discuss a peace plan for Najaf and surrounding regions, you have to ask yourself one question.
Do I feel lucky?
Well, do ya? Punk?
You must be feeling pretty lucky, considering you walked away from the last skirmish with only a shrapnel wound in your arm. So, yeah, you're lucky. That said, all good things must come to an end.
Right now, you're staring at the business end of the most powerful, best trained, most heavily armed and lethal fighting force ever assembled on the face of God's green, or in your case sandy, earth. You've bled this force a little. In doing so, you've done something very dangerous.
You've made them angry.
You shouldn't have done that. You won't like them when they're angry.
Now that you've rejected the olive branch from your countrymen, you've made yourself a target. Its only a matter of time before one of your greedy lieutenants gives you up. Any you can rest assured this time it will be more than a piece of shrapnel, and it will find its way to something more vital than your arm.
In short, to quote another great American military leader:
Behold, we will end the conflict.
Here endeth the lesson.