03 May 2011

Missed by that much

Kareem Fahim and David Kirkpatrick have an article in The New York Times about the not-quite-end of Qaddafi:
The government of Colonel Muammar el-Qaddafi said he survived an airstrike in Tripoli late Saturday night that killed one of his sons and three grandchildren, in the sharpest intensification yet of the NATO air campaign intended to pressure the Libyan leader from power.
The son, Seif al-Arab Muammar el-Qaddafi, 29, and the grandchildren, all said to be younger than twelve, were possibly the first confirmed casualties in the airstrikes on the Libyan capital. And while the deaths could not be independently verified, the campaign against Libya’s most densely populated areas raised new questions about how broadly NATO is interpreting its United Nations mandate to protect civilians.
It is the second airstrike in seven days to hit a location intimately close to the Libyan leader, following a midnight attack last week that destroyed an office building in his compound where he and his aides sometimes work.
In a news conference early Sunday morning in Tripoli, a Qaddafi government spokesman called the strike an illegal attack. “This was a direct operation to assassinate the leader of this country,” said the spokesman, Moussa Ibrahim. “This is not permitted by international law. It is not permitted by any moral code or principle.” He said that the colonel and his wife, who were staying at the house, along with friends and family, were not hurt.
American and NATO officials have said they are not seeking to kill Colonel Qaddafi, and some have suggested it might not be very easy. But frustrated by the evasion and resilience of Colonel Qaddafi’s military, NATO has pledged to step up its strikes on the broader instruments of his power, including state television facilities and command centers in the capital.
In a news release, the NATO mission’s operational commander, Luieutenant General Charles Bouchard, said he was aware of the reports of Qaddafi family deaths, but called them unconfirmed. He added: “All NATO’s targets are military in nature and have been clearly linked to the Qaddafi regime’s systematic attacks on the Libyan population and populated areas. We do not target individuals.”
A NATO official in Naples, Italy, reached by email and responding on condition of anonymity, said that allied planners had not known Qaddafi family members were in the building that was attacked, which the official described as a command and control center. The official would not specify the nationality of the aircraft or pilots that carried out the strike.
In a video broadcast by the satellite channel al-Jazeera, Libyan officials showed reporters what they said was the destroyed house, a large crater, crumbled concrete, and twisted metal, and someone dusting off what appeared to be an unexploded bomb.
It is not the first time Colonel Qaddafi has survived such a close call. In 1986, the United States struck his compound in retaliation for a terrorist attack on a German nightclub frequented by American service members. Colonel Qaddafi has incorporated his survival into his cult of personality, preserving the wreckage of the building as a “Museum of Resistance” and erecting a statue of a giant fist grabbing an American warplane.
Although several of Colonel Qaddafi’s seven sons and one daughter play major roles in the Libyan economy and government (including an older brother with a similar name, Seif al-Islam el-Qaddafi), the son reported killed had been considered a black sheep, believed to spend much of his time in Munich. Many Libyans said they had never seen his picture. In 2007, the German newspaper Der Spiegel reported that he had been briefly detained by the Munich police after getting into a fight with a nightclub bouncer; no charges were filed.
In Benghazi, the de facto rebel capital in eastern Libya, and in Misurata, a western city that Colonel Qaddafi’s forces have besieged for months, celebratory gunfire rang out and explosions could be heard.
But, even then, doubts lingered in Benghazi about whether the news was true: in interviews, residents said they were happy, but suspected a ploy by Colonel Qaddafi to win sympathy. Ramadan el-Sheikhy, who said his brother was killed in one of Colonel Qaddafi’s prisons, said any sympathy was misplaced. “I was truly happy at the news,” he said. “Hopefully, he felt the pain of having a relative killed.”
NATO officials had rejected an offer by Colonel Qaddafi to call a cease-fire and negotiate as false. The proposal was delivered in a rambling and often defiant speech, broadcast over Libyan state television, in which Colonel Qaddafi insisted he would never leave Libya. “Come France, Italy, U.K., America, come, we’ll negotiate with you,” Colonel Qaddafi said. “You lie and say I’m killing my own people. Show us the bodies.” The speech, which was broadcast at about 2:30 a.m. Saturday, was the latest in a series of proclamations from the Libyan leader, and it was made as NATO forces said they would broaden their list of targets to include palaces, communication centers and other administrative buildings that Colonel Qaddafi relies on to maintain power. Colonel Qaddafi repeated his assertions that the rebels belonged to al-Qaeda or were terrorists and mercenaries, even as he appealed to them to lay down their weapons. “Qaddafi doesn’t have the power, he doesn’t have the position to leave,” he said of himself. “With my rifle, I will fight for my country.”
There were few signs that he intended to ease the military pressure on his opponents. A rebel military spokesman said that Qaddafi forces began an assault early Saturday on the eastern towns of Jalu and Awjilah, about 120 miles south of the city of Ajdabiya, attacking in trucks mounted with antiaircraft guns and Russian-made Grad rockets (photo). The spokesman, Colonel Ahmed Omar Bani, said five civilians had been killed in the fighting and ten had been wounded.
The attack, which could not immediately be confirmed, seemed to follow an emerging pattern in the conflict in which the rebels have stepped up their resistance in the west in the Nefusa mountain region, along the Tunisian border, and in the strategic port city of Misurata. At the same time, Colonel Qaddafi’s forces have made harassing raids on poorly defended towns near the eastern oil fields in recent weeks, at times straining the rebels’ efforts to keep producing oil.
The rebels have said that in the coming days they will appoint a new defense minister to replace Omar al-Hariri, a former political prisoner who occupied a largely ceremonial role in the rebels’ transitional government. They were hoping that the appointment of a civilian would impose a measure of organization on an inexperienced fighting force that has been plagued by setbacks on the eastern front and infighting in its upper ranks.
Fighting continued for Misurata, and large explosions on the outskirts shook the city. Rebels later said they were NATO airstrikes.
The pro-Qaddafi forces resumed shelling and firing rockets into the city in the morning and again late at night. At least fifteen people were reported killed, including at least five rebel fighters, an old man who was struck by shrapnel, and a young father of four children. The young man’s children and his wife were all wounded. They huddled at a Red Crescent clinic, unaware he was dead. “It is not easy to tell them,” said Absalom Essid, who stood at the door to the room where the dead man’s wife was being treated.
At another clinic, the wounded included a baby girl who appeared to be about ten months old and suffered a broken leg. She was teary-eyed with a pacifier in her mouth as doctors prepared to set the bone.
There's a video here... (And, if you don't remember Maxwell Smart, that's who said it.)

Assad aside, any day now

Gary L. Ackerman, a Democrat who represents parts of Queens and Nassau County and is the ranking member of the House Subcommittee on the Middle East and South Asia, has an article in The New York Times on why it's always better to be the dictator:
I sat across from President Hafez al-Assad of Syria in his newest palace overlooking Damascus, on a hill at the end of a gently twisting road. “You know, Mr. President,” I said, “on the road from the airport and throughout the capital, I couldn’t help but notice posters with your portrait everywhere, in all of the shops, in every window of every bus, every pole and lamppost, the back of the windshields of all the cars. It is quite remarkable.”
“Yes,” he replied, managing to sound even more sincere than I did. “I protest, but the people hold me in such affection, it’s almost embarrassing. Sometimes I feel like going out after dark, just quietly taking them down.”
The New York wiseguy in me couldn’t resist. “Well, Mr. President, if one night you can’t fight that urge, do call me,” I said. “I’d love to take a picture of you climbing up a pole ripping down your posters.” The laughter all around seemed genuine.
I’ve thought more about that brief exchange than I have about anything else in our two-and-a-half-hour meeting in December of 1997. More than I have about the Golan Heights; about how to revive peace talks with the Israelis; about the proposal of my travel companion S. Daniel Abraham, of the Center for Middle East Peace, to build a desalinization plant; about what Mr. Assad wanted us to tell Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu of Israel; or about Syria’s playing host to terrorist organizations.
The omnipresent posters— of Mr. Assad, and of his successor and son, Bashar al-Assad— are starting to come down. Statues of the father have been toppled. But the posters are not being removed quietly in the night by a humble leader. Posters of despots all over the Arab world are being torn down by their not-so-adoring peoples: protesters who have been emboldened by freedom’s fervor but are being slaughtered by those who want to keep the posters in place.
The United States is paralyzed: unable to match our rhetoric about standing with people who demand freedom, cautious because we don’t have each of their résumés, and faced with so many such causes at once.
Hafez al-Assad never intended to take these portraits down. It seems the Syrians no longer want to keep them up. It’s anyone’s guess whether they will be there in the morning. But it is going to be a very long night.

Syria lashes back

Anthony Shadid has an article in The New York Times about the situation in Syria:
Backed by tanks, helicopters, and snipers, the Syrian military seized a landmark mosque that had become a center of protests in the besieged southern town of Dara’a on Saturday, killing at least six people in an escalation of a weeklong crackdown, residents and activists said.
The military’s capture of the Omari mosque was another sign of its determination to crush dissent in a town that has become a symbol of the six-week uprising against the government of President Bashar al-Assad, who inherited power from his father in 2000.
After deploying reinforcements of four tanks and twenty armored personnel carriers to Dara’a at dawn, the mosque was shelled, then taken by soldiers, who closed it to worshipers, activists and residents said. Snipers took up positions on top of the mosque, and helicopters dropped paratroopers on its grounds, witnesses said.
At least six people were killed at the mosque and elsewhere, they said. Among them was the son of the mosque’s preacher, who was shot when security forces entered his house looking for his father. There was a report that the preacher, Sheik Ahmed Siasna, was arrested later, though that could not be confirmed. He was among a delegation that had met with Mr. Assad three weeks ago to discuss potential reforms in authoritarian Syria.
The military effectively laid siege to Dara’a on Monday, storming the town with tanks and soldiers, and cutting electricity and phone lines. Since then, Dara’a has become a rallying cry for protesters across Syria, though the government has insisted that the unrest there is the work of Salafists, its preferred term for militant Islamists.
“It is a matter of a few hours only, and everything will be finished in Dara’a,” a pro-government politician said from Damascus. “It is impossible for the Syrian regime to let some people announce a Salafi emirate in Dara’a. This is not Afghanistan.”
Heavy gunfire could be heard through the day, Abdallah Abazid, a resident, said. Amid reports of shortages of food, medicine, and baby formula, residents remained inside their homes for another day, fearful that they might be killed by snipers if they went outside, he said. “The security forces are hunting us down,” he said. “We are unarmed and protecting our town with our bare chests, and they are shooting at us.”
The military reinforcements in Dara’a came a day after the United States announced sanctions against three top officials in the Assad government, including his brother Maher al-Assad, who is leading the military operations in Dara’a. The United Nations Human Rights Council in Geneva also adopted a resolution condemning the violence and authorizing an investigation.
Activists warned of a humanitarian crisis in the town. “The situation in Dara’a is worse today than it was before,” said Wissam Tarif, the executive director of Insan, a Syrian human rights group. On Friday, 34 people were killed there when thousands of protesters from nearby villages, in a show of solidarity, descended on the town, which is in a largely agricultural region known as the Houran that is knit by extended clan loyalties. Some organizers said the protesters, carrying olive branches and white sheets to signal their peacefulness, were trying to break the siege and deliver food and water. Security forces fired at them anyway, in some of the worst carnage since the uprising began.
Mr. Tarif said that security forces refused to return the bodies of the dead to their families in hopes of stopping funeral processions, which have often turned into demonstrations in themselves. The only bodies given back, he said, were those of children, and their parents were told to bury them early Saturday in the presence of Syrian officials.
The death toll of protests across the country on Friday rose to 73, the highest since a week earlier, when at least 112 people were killed. Organizers said the breadth of protests on Friday was similar to previous weeks, with large demonstrations in the central cities of Homs and Hama, in towns on the Mediterranean like Baniyas and Latakia, and in Kurdish towns in the east. Hundreds of people protested in Damascus; the demonstration was bigger than in past weeks, but still relatively small by the standards set elsewhere in Syria.
Human rights groups say 535 people have been killed since the uprising began.

Soon come

Malcolm Gay has an article in The New York Times about the levee in Illinois:
Chugging north along the Mississippi River, twin barges laden with more than 250 tons of explosive material were ordered to dock at a final staging area in an apparent sign that the Army Corps of Engineers was making further preparations to breach a nearby levee, inundating roughly 130,000 acres of Missouri farmland to relieve pressure on the groaning levee system upstream.
“There are still a lot of decision points as we move forward,” Major General Michael J. Walsh (photo) said, stressing that no final decision had been reached. “The system has never been under this type of pressure.”
For days now, General Walsh, the man charged with making the final call, has toured the area and huddled with experts as he has weighed this decision worthy of King Solomon: blast a two-mile breach into the levee at Birds Point, Missouri, and inundate roughly two hundred square miles of farmland and some ninety homes, or hold steady and risk drowning this once-proud city that is now struggling for survival along a narrow spit of land bounded by the surging Ohio and Mississippi Rivers.
Meanwhile, the rivers have continued to swell toward what analysts say will be historic levels, prompting Mayor Judson Childs of Cairo to issue a mandatory evacuation for this city of 3,000. The National Weather Service has forecast up to five inches of rain in coming days, leading corps analysts to warn that the river could stay at historic flood stages for more than five days.
“That sort of sustained crest puts an enormous amount of pressure on the entire system,” said Colonel Vernie Reichling, the corps’ Memphis District commander, who has also led troops in Afghanistan. “It’s a very complex system. It’s a lot more difficult than just saying: ‘Go charge that hill.’”
But, while many residents in the area say they appreciate the intricacy of General Walsh’s decision, the situation has led to strained relations between Missouri farmers to the south, and residents of this majority African-American city marred by vacant buildings, drug abuse, and poverty.
“Farmland over people? That’s ridiculous,” said Dorian Weems, 45, as he stuffed garbage into two overflowing trash cans outside his home near the flood wall. Mr. Weems, who said he was going to stay there as long as possible because he feared looters, added: “I think it’s a money thing. If Cairo gets flooded, they ain’t losing much; it’s just a bunch of low-income people there, so it doesn’t matter.”
Across the river in Missouri, Ellenann Howton said she feared her ninety-acre spread would be “washed away” if the Corps breached the Birds Point levee.
“I’ve cried. I’ve thrown up. I don’t eat because I’m so stressed,” said Ms. Howton, 59, who has lived on her land for over thirty years and spent the past few days ferrying her valuables and more than fifty dogs and cats to safer ground. “I’m just sick-hearted about it. Why sacrifice one side for the other? I’ve never understood that.”
Missouri officials sued unsuccessfully last week to try to block the Corps from flooding the cropland, a federally mandated flood way that is home to about two hundred people. On Saturday, the Eighth Federal Circuit Court of Appeals affirmed the lower court’s decision, clearing the way for the Corps to move forward if necessary.
If General Walsh orders the levee breached, the two barges will pump explosives into an 11,000-foot system of pipes buried below the levee. A detonation crew will then blast the levee, allowing water to tear through the gap at an estimated 550,000 cubic feet per second, which they expect to drastically lower water levels upstream. Over the following 24 hours, the crew would blast two more holes in the levee downstream, allowing the water to re-enter the river.
“These are people’s homes, their livelihoods,” said Russ Davis, chief of the Corps’ Operations Division. “We really don’t want to do this.”
The levee has been breached only once before, during the flood of 1937, and, though officials in surrounding Mississippi County, Missouri say the majority of residents oppose breaching the levee, the situation is beyond their control. “It’s going to take out one-third of my county; that’s a lot of good people with lots of history here,” said Sheriff Keith Moore of Mississippi County. “It’s going to be a tsunami for Mississippi County, but what I say isn’t going to make a difference. It’s one man’s call.”
Across the river, in the parking lot of an auto parts store in Cairo, a detail from the Illinois Army National Guard filled sandbags alongside a work crew from the Tamms Correctional Center, a state penitentiary eighteen miles north of Cairo.
“If I had to choose, I’d have to go with life over land,” Mayor Childs said. “I wish I could flip a switch so the farmers would be happy and the citizens would be safe. Unfortunately, I can’t.”
Rico says if Cairo was a town of three thousand rich (hell, even middle-class) white people, there'd be no argument...

Family is so important

Manny Fernandez has an article in The New York Times about a strange family:
Scott Peters and his father, Bernard, eat dinner together at night, then watch bowling or classic boxing matches on television together into the evening. They have an extremely close relationship: They have seen each other for at least part of nearly every one of the last 5,455 days. Every night, they sleep together in an eight-by-twelve-foot room, where the alarm bell rings in the morning but also at 10:30 p.m., when the guards turn off the lights in G Block, at the Elmira Correctional Facility in upstate New York.
It might be the premise for some kind of Hollywood buddy movie, or the latest twist for a reality television series: a father and son who did the crime together, and are now doing the time together. Scott, 42, and Bernard Peters, 69, are inmates 96B1091 and 96B1092 at Elmira, a maximum-security prison. For all but a few months of their nearly fifteen years there, they have been cellmates.
Bernard Peters sleeps on the bottom bunk on account of his bad back, and his only son sleeps on the top. Behind a heavy steel door with a small set of bars in the center, they work on their appeals, write letters, and watch the Super Bowl. Years ago, they lived on a four-acre farm outside Syracuse, in rural Madison County. Now they occupy a room— G Block, 2 Company, 2 Cell— in the state’s fourth-largest maximum-security prison, where they can see a piece of the sky from the windows on the back wall.
Nearly two hundred of the roughly 1,800 inmates at Elmira share a cell with someone; prisoners call it “double bunking”. While many of those nearly two hundred might have shared friends, interests or hometowns, only the Peterses are related by blood.
Although there are few relatives sharing cells, intergenerational incarceration— family members who have ever been imprisoned, in the same or different facilities— is not uncommon around the country. Of the estimated 600,000 parents of minor children in the nation’s state prisons in 2004, half had a relative who was currently or used to be incarcerated, according to a federal Bureau of Justice Statistics report.
Officials with the state Department of Correctional Services said the Peterses’ experience of prison is most likely a rare one. They said they did not know how many parent-child pairs were sharing cells in the prison system, which includes 57,000 offenders at 67 facilities, because they do not track such data, but it is unusual for a father and a son to be in the same prison at the same time. Additionally, only 3,000 of the more than 20,000 maximum-security cells statewide are double-bunk cells of various kinds, making the Peterses’ situation that much more unusual.
The Peterses recognize that their housing arrangement is uncommon, and they said they considered it not a perk but a privilege. “For me, it’s a blessing because I get to keep my eye on him, now that he’s a little older,” Scott Peters said of his father, during a recent interview in a conference room next to the prison visiting area. Burly, tattooed, and bearded, Scott can look tough without even trying, but his years in prison seem to have softened him. “It gives me a peace of mind. I know where he is. I know how his health is doing. If we were separated, I would have to stress out about that, not knowing.”
S.J. Wenderlich, deputy superintendent for security services at Elmira, said that the Peterses had been ideal double-bunk inmates. “I think it’s rare that we have a father and son in prison together, but I don’t think it’s so odd that the department would let them double bunk,” Mr. Wenderlich said. “My job is to keep a lid on the place. If I can find two people that get along well and double bunk, usually that means that I’m going to keep two more people out of trouble.”
For much of his life, staying out of trouble was not much of a problem for Bernard Peters. He grew up in and around Syracuse and, after serving as a medic in the Navy in the late 1950s and early 1960s, ran a youth community center in Far Rockaway, Queens. He and his first wife, Sandra, were living in Far Rockaway in 1968 when Scott, the third of their three children and only son, was born. Bernard was a milkman for Dellwood Dairy at the time. “I was what you would call a goody-two-shoes,” he said. “I came from a good home. They raised me good. My father never had a speeding ticket in his life.”
Bernard’s first wife died at the age of thirty of a rare blood disease; Scott was about four years old. Bernard eventually moved back to Syracuse and, with the help of friends and relatives, raised his three young children. He remarried and had a child with his third wife. As the years went by, he and his son grew close. “Too close,” Scott Peters said. “We used to fight all the time. We sort of came to a mutual understanding where, it was like, why are we doing this? He always kept us in a nice area. We never lived in a bad area. My mother passed away when I was very young. I really don’t remember her. It probably would have been easier to split us up, but he kept us together.”
Scott Peters’s life was more troubled than his father’s. He dropped out of high school— “I wasn’t getting nowhere at that time in my life. I wasn’t stupid. I was just never going,” he said— and lied about his age so he could start working in restaurants. Later, he worked construction. Scott lived with his father until he was in his late teens, when he moved to an apartment in the Syracuse suburb of Liverpool with his wife— they married in 1987, when he was just eighteen— and their first child.
Scott was nineteen when he was arrested and jailed in nearby Clay, after he threatened neighbors with a twelve-gauge shotgun and a knife because they refused to quiet down a loud party. In 1989, he provoked a seven-hour stand-off with the Onondaga County Sheriff’s Office that ended with the SWAT team lobbing tear gas into the basement where he had been hiding. Deputies had come to the house where he was staying to arrest him on misdemeanor assault and criminal mischief charges after a fight with his wife, Adrienne. “He keeps telling me he’s going to kill me, and I tell him if he does I’m coming back to haunt him,” she told The Post-Standard of Syracuse at the time. After the stand-off, a judge issued court orders requiring him to stay away from her for six months and to undergo a psychiatric exam.
By the early 1990s, Bernard Peters was living in Liverpool with his third wife and working at a bowling alley. It was around this time that his life began to unravel. Scott Peters had moved back home to be closer to his father. In the summer of 1995, they were accused of embarking on a brief but violent string of robberies in Clay that netted them $2,900 in cash.
Among their victims was Mary Halloran, 61, the manager of the Salvation Army thrift shop in town. The father and son were charged with shooting and robbing Mrs. Halloran in the parking lot of the store as she carried a bag filled with $726 to her car on 26 August 1995. The money was the day’s proceeds from the sale of goods that had been donated to support the Salvation Army’s drug and alcohol rehabilitation programs in Syracuse. Mrs. Halloran was shot once in her right thigh.
When investigators from three law enforcement agencies raided the Peterses’ house after the Salvation Army robbery, they found a stockpile of rifles, pistols, knives, nunchucks, ammunition, and a police baton. The Peterses pleaded not guilty to the charges and, though both men expressed remorse for the crimes in interviews, they spoke in generalities about the robberies rather than in specifics. Bernard said he did not remember who came up with the idea to rob the Salvation Army. Asked whose idea it was, Scott would say only: “We were just out there together.” And although Bernard appears to be the one who shot Mrs. Halloran, according to court documents, Scott said he did not blame his father for his life behind bars. “I blame myself,” he said. “I knew right from wrong. I knew better. I was just so mad at the world I didn’t care. I was trying to work and do the right thing with my children and I wasn’t getting nowhere. So I just started doing the wrong things. Picking a gun up and going out and getting money, which I knew was wrong then.”
The jury deliberated about seven hours before finding them guilty of second-degree attempted murder, robbery, and other charges.
Sitting near the Elmira visiting room, Bernard Peters said he could not explain how and why he and his son ended up at the Salvation Army that day. “Bad choices, bad decisions,” he said. “There is no one answer for it. There isn’t. If there was, then I would feel a lot better why I am here.”
On the day of the Peterses’ sentencing, 7 May 1996, Judge Patrick J. Cunningham seemed equally puzzled, and suggested that drugs had played a role. “I looked through this pre-sentence report,” the judge said from the bench. “I’m looking for something to tell me why you would do a totally evil, senseless thing like this, and I can’t find anything. It says Crazy Bernie is your nickname. Maybe that has something to do with it. But all of a sudden you’re crazy. I suspect cocaine. I suspect you were into the drug cocaine and lost whatever control you had.”
Mary Halloran was in the courtroom that day, and she spoke of the toll the shooting had taken on her. “My golden years are anything but,” she told the judge. “Instead of travel, my days are spent in therapy and going to the doctors, with the possibility of more surgery. I am a prisoner with no chance of parole.” She asked the judge to impose the maximum sentence, and he did. Scott Peters, who was turning 28 the next day, was given a sentence of 25 to 50 years. His father, then 54, received a longer sentence, but because of a state sentencing reduction statute is now also serving 25 to 50 years. Judge Cunningham allowed Scott and Bernard Peters to gather for a moment with their relatives in a corner of the courtroom. The two men embraced, and cried. They said the judge had told them they might never see each other again.
That's not how it turned out. Chained together, they rode in a van to Elmira, where they were placed in separate cells in late May of 1996.
A few weeks later, Bernard Peters said he wrote a letter to Floyd G. Bennett, prison superintendent at the time, asking if he and his son could share a cell. At Elmira, as at the state’s other maximum-security prisons, inmates can be placed in shared cells on either a mandatory or voluntary basis. If there is a shortage of single cells, prison administrators can require inmates to share double-bunk cells temporarily, for a period of sixty days. But, in most cases, inmates request to share a cell with one another, subject to prison officials’ approval. Those with a history of assaultive behavior or sex crimes are not considered good candidates. In the Peterses’ case, the request was granted and, except for a few brief periods, including when Scott was transferred for several weeks in late 2000 to a disciplinary housing unit known as long-term keep-lock for threatening a guard, they have shared a cell, though different ones over the years.
In their G Block cell, where they have been since 2007, the sections of the walls where they are allowed to put up photos are decorated with snapshots of Scott’s three children and five grandchildren, who are Bernard’s grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Scott and Bernard Peters said the shared cell has made their prison sentences somewhat easier to bear, both for themselves and for their relatives. Instead of spending hours on the road driving to two prisons to visit them, their family members travel to one place.
Their housing arrangement shocked John Halloran, whose wife died of cancer four years after the shooting, at 66. Mrs. Halloran, who had come to America from Ireland in the 1950s as a teenager, had been the mother of four and grandmother of twelve. She was shot a few days before their 36th wedding anniversary. In an interview, Mr. Halloran said he blamed the shooting for her cancer: he believed it affected her immune system. He said prison officials should have prohibited the Peterses from sharing a cell. “It’s totally wrong,” said Mr. Halloran, 74. “I go without my wife. Let him go without his son, or the son go without his father. I got my wife in the ground and they’re up there partying and talking to each other every day and reminiscing, if you want to call it that.”
Bernard said he thought his son would one day become a general contractor. He still calls him Scotty, even at Elmira. He said he blamed himself for their situation. “As the dad, I should have known better,” he said. “I made decisions and choices with my heart instead of my head. That’s basically what it comes down to. I knew better.”
When their first parole hearing comes up, in April of 2020, Scott will be 51 and his father 78. Until then, there are the days on G Block. Scott Peters is part of a prison garbage crew, while Bernard is the veterans’ affairs coordinator for inmates who served in the military. In the evenings, they are busy participating in various programs, including the crochet club, whose members make and donate mittens, scarves, and lapghans to nearby charitable groups each winter.
One day in January, Scott was in their cell when he received word that he had a visitor. His son, Scott, had brought along the newest member of the Peters family, his four-month-old son, Jaden. All of Scott’s five grandchildren were born while he has been in prison. “First thing he did,” Scott said of his infant grandson with a laugh, “he’s going for the beard. Whomp. We were fighting over the beard.” Scott held the baby for a while in the visiting room. His father did, too. Scott and Bernard Peters were there, together.

Not Rico's Libya, thank you

Roger Cohen has a column in The New York Times about the aftermath in Libya:
I descended fifty-five steps into the labyrinth of Muammar el-Qaddafi’s mind. The glow of cellphones and a feeble flashlight lit a passage into the darkness. A netherworld unfolded: bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens, even saunas. All were linked by tunnels with six-inch-thick metal doors agape at their mouths. No expense had been spared on this lair.
“You see what the rat planned,” said Farage Mohamed, a manager in an oil pipe company, as he led the way to the base of an escape hatch that emerged deep in the gardens of this sprawling former Qaddafi villa in liberated eastern Libya. “It’s like Hitler’s bunker in Berlin.”
Apparently, Qaddafi always thought this could happen, even 42 years into his rule. He feared someone might slice away the myths— Arab nationalist, African unifier, all-powerful non-president— and leave him, disrobed, a little man in a vast vault with nowhere left to go. In the twisted mind of the despot now derided here as “the man with the big hair”, his own demise was the tousle-coiffed specter that would not go away.
Strange, then, that the United States and Europe never thought this could happen; not to Qaddafi, or Mubarak, or Ben Ali, or any of the other murderous plunderers, some now gone, others slaughtering their own people, here in Libya, or in Syria, or Yemen. Policy was based on the mistaken belief that these leaders would last forever.
They were paranoid about their fates. We were convinced of their permanence.
Of course it was not just a conviction about their inevitability that drove U.S. policy toward these dictators. It was a cynical decision to place counterterrorism and security at the top of the agenda and human rights, Arab rights in this case, at the bottom. It was about Big Oil interests. And, to some degree, it was about the perception of what served the security of America’s closest regional ally, Israel.
Oh, sure, an Egyptian human rights activist might get American support, or a worthy nongovernmental organization, but when they were suppressed a resounding silence emanated from Washington. Arab reform was an oxymoron, as was Arab democratization. They were dwarfed by the supposed counterterrorist credentials of these despots, their professed loathing for al-Qaeda or Hamas or any brand of radical Islamist, and their readiness to kill or torture and pass on intelligence. Qaddafi never stopped haranguing U.S. diplomats about his hatred for al-Qaeda and about American support for al-Qaeda’s first home, Saudi Arabia. Yet he, like the other dictators, was also busy creating the problem in order to portray himself as the solution to it.
Passports got into the hands of the Libyans who made their way from the eastern town of Darnah to swell the ranks of al-Qaeda offshoots in Iraq. Repression fed extremism. Plundering fed desperation.
Hosni Mubarak used the Israeli-Palestinian conflict as a manipulative tool in his repressive arsenal. He was the worst “friend” the Palestinians ever had, sowing division as he preached unity. Like Qaddafi and Ben Ali, he called himself a bulwark against extremism even as his strangled society fostered it.
So, having been in Tunisia and Egypt, and now Libya, during this Arab Spring, I say: shine a light — into Qaddafi’s bunkers and everywhere. Let people out of their dark houses. Allow them to participate in the making of their societies. Take the disgruntled and give them opportunities. That’s a different counterterrorism policy that may actually work over time. The evolving Middle East, where despotic Islamism is well past its ideological zenith, demands it.
Before visiting Qaddafi’s villa, where kids play soccer on the former tennis court, I went to the Bayda home of Mustafa Abdel-Jalil, the mild leader of the Transitional National Council in eastern Libya. “The West’s mistake was to support Qaddafi, the first terrorist,” he said, citing the downed Pan Am 103 and UTA 772 flights, with a combined total of 440 people killed.
He called for weapons, especially in the embattled west of the country, the intensification of NATO airstrikes, and the ousting of a man “who is challenging the whole world.”
There’s a debt to repay to the Libyan people; a strong strategic interest in a Tunis-Tripoli-Cairo democratic example; and, with civilians dying daily in Misurata, a powerful U.N.-backed legal case for bombing that forces the issue: Qaddafi’s departure. Behind the swagger lurks the coward who built that bunker.
It’s a few miles from the Qaddafi villa to the breathtaking ruins at Cyrene, founded in the seventh century B.C. and once known as the Athens of Africa. I wandered, almost alone, among the Greek and Roman temples and gazed out to the Mediterranean. Libya, brutalized, is reclaiming something deep: its history and culture. Under the pines I found a few youths with a guitar, two of whom had lost brothers in this war. With a haunting intensity they sang: “We’re gonna chase him out of here because we have no fears. My Libya, your Libya, it’s our Libya...” 

Civil War for the day

The New York Times has an ongoing series on the Civil War:
Three hearses, flag-draped and drawn by horses, rolled through the streets of Boston on 1 May. The men of the Sixth Massachusetts— the “noble sons who have given their life’s blood in defense of the laws and maintenance of their country’s honor,” in the words of the next morning’s newspaper— had come home. The cortège, accompanied by Governor John A. Andrew and by militia cadets marching with their muskets reversed, drew up at last before the staid eighteenth-century portico of King’s Chapel on Tremont Street. Slowly, the chapel’s great bell, cast in bronze by Paul Revere himself, tolled a dirge.
It was appropriate that the fallen soldiers had been brought to a place literally resonant with history. The first combat fatalities of the Civil War, they had been killed two weeks earlier in the streets of Baltimore, struck down by an angry pro-Southern mob that hurled bricks and stones, then fired pistols at the Union soldiers in the streets. The first man of all the 620,000 who would perish in the four years to come, was a seventeen-year-old farmboy named Luther C. Ladd. He was said to have gone down gasping his own epitaph: All hail to the Stars and Stripes!
But most resonant of all to the silent throngs of Bostonians watching the funeral procession was the date on which the men had died: 19 April. On that same day, 86 years earlier, in 1775, the first patriot martyrs of the American Revolution had been killed at nearby Lexington.
This remarkable coincidence attracted comment across both the Union and the Confederacy. “The First Blood of the First and Last Revolution,” the Albany Journal headlined the news from Baltimore. “The same scenes, on a larger scale, were re-acted on the 19th of April, 1861, which were acted on the 19th of April, 1775, in Massachusetts.”
Governor Andrew had lost no time in noting “the parallel the day and the event suggest with the 19th of April, 1775, and the immortal memories which cluster around the men of Lexington and Concord.” Other Unionists confidently declared that “the blood that flowed at Baltimore will be no less surely avenged than that which consecrated Lexington to liberty.” For what had the American Revolution been if not the foundation of that very Union that the north now fought to preserve?
Southerners had their own interpretation: hadn’t the American Revolution been a struggle in which a secessionist group of rebels sought to break away from established authority? “It is the old Revolutionary fight over again, a fight between the people and a strong Government,” one pro-Southern journalist declared.
A Virginia newspaper shrewdly observed that George Washington had been branded a rebel and a traitor by the British, while the New Orleans Daily Picayune recalled how the British officer who confronted the minutemen at Lexington had cried out “throw down your arms, you rebels, and disperse” in much the way Lincoln demanded that the Confederate States put down their own weapons. Further developing the parallel, the paper compared the way patriots stopped the British march on Concord “for the purpose of crippling the liberties of the American colonies,” just as the Baltimore mob blocked the Union soldiers “summoned for the purpose of aiding in suppressing the rights of a unanimous people to independence. …It reads like a rehearsal of the Past, another battle of Lexington, another immolation of life for the purposes of another war upon Freedom.”
Historical analogies can be tricky things, as is evident in Currier and Ives’s pro-Union lithograph The Lexington of 1861, issued shortly after the combat in Baltimore. It portrays the mob scene in all its torrid, smoky mess, and its visual cues are equally confused. As in 1775, the “enemy” in the print wears red, probably meant to suggest the shirts of volunteer firemen, often in the front ranks of urban mobs. But then the markers break down. At Lexington, the British had been the ones who, like the Union men now, were orderly, uniformed and well armed, in contrast to the haphazardly organized patriots. The lithograph’s depiction of troops advancing head-on against the civilian mob might have suggested strength and rectitude to Union sympathizers, but the image also bears an uncanny resemblance to a notorious indictment of just such organized force from the American Revolutionary era, Revere’s woodcut of the Boston Massacre.
Such ambiguities did not prevent Bostonians from harking back across eight decades to find parallels to the present. The renowned poet Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. visited the tree near Harvard’s campus beneath whose branches Washington was supposed to have taken command of the Continental Army. His resulting composition, entitled Under the Washington Elm, Cambridge, April 27, 1861, began:
Eighty years have passed, and more,
Since under the brave old tree
Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore
They would follow the sign their banners bore,
And fight till the land was free.
Half of their work was done,
Half is left to do,—
Cambridge, and Concord, and Lexington!
When the battle is fought and won,
What shall be told of you?
And on 1 May, the same day on which the fallen Massachusetts soldiers’ remains were brought to King’s Chapel, another patriotic gathering was held at nearby Old South Church, a sanctuary even more closely associated with Revolutionary history. Here Unionists raised a large American flag inscribed with the motto True to Our Revolutionary Principles. Orators invoked Franklin and Adams, the Boston Massacre and the Tea Party, encouraging listeners to recall “the glorious history of which we should all be proud.”
Yet one orator at the old church, amid his own litany of historic icons, also struck a different, forward-looking note. Like Holmes, the Reverend J.M. Manning suggested that the revolutionary struggle of 1861 was not just about honoring the legacy of 1775, but also about enlarging it. The clergyman was more explicit than the poet. “The African, out of his ages of bondage, is peering, with a strange thrill of joy, at these Stars and Stripes,” Manning said. “To him, they are an auroral vision, the early twilight, with its streak of flame, telling him that the day of redemption draweth nigh. Into this shadow flock those who would honor the mighty past, and secure a mightier future.”

02 May 2011

The ones who do the hard things

Luke Mogelson has an article in The New York Times about what it takes to be a soldier these days:
Last May, in the small village of Qualaday in western Kandahar Province, a young Army lieutenant and his sergeants met with several elders to discuss the recent killing of a local mullah. The desert heat was fierce, and the elders led the soldiers across their village to sit under the shade of nearby trees. Three days had passed since they were last there; during that interval the place appeared to have been abandoned. When they sat down, some of the soldiers removed their helmets, and a few elders their sandals and turbans. A freelance photographer was permitted to make an audio recording of the discussion. The lieutenant wanted to know where everyone had gone. One elder explained that the people had left because they were afraid.
“Ask them, ‘Do they understand why we shot this dude?’” the lieutenant told his interpreter. During their last patrol to Qualaday, soldiers in the platoon had attacked Mullah Allah Dad with rifles and a fragmentation grenade that blew off the lower halves of his legs and badly disfigured his face. The soldiers claimed that Allah Dad was trying to throw a grenade at them. Two days after the killing, however, a company commander attended a council during which the district leader announced that people believed the incident had been staged, and that the Americans had planted the grenade in order to justify a murder. “Tell them it’s important that not only the people in this village know, but the people in surrounding villages know, that this guy was shot because he took an aggressive action against coalition forces,” the lieutenant told his interpreter. “We didn’t just fucking come over and just shoot him randomly. We don’t do that.”
Last month, in a military courtroom at Joint Base Lewis-McChord near Tacoma, Washington, 22-year-old Jeremy Morlock confessed to participating in the premeditated murder of Mullah Allah Dad, as well as the murders of two other Afghan civilians. In exchange for his agreement to testify against four other soldiers charged in the crimes, including the supposed ringleader, Staff Sergeant Calvin Gibbs, the government reduced Morlock’s mandatory life sentence to 24 years, with the possibility of parole after approximately eight. The rest of the accused, who are still awaiting trial, contest the allegations against them.
The story that has been told so far— by Morlock in his confession and by various publications that relied heavily on the more sensational accusations from interviews hastily conducted by Army special agents in Afghanistan— is a fairly straightforward one: a sociopath joined the platoon and persuaded a handful of impressionable subordinates to join him in sport-killing as opportunities arose. There may indeed be truth to this, though several soldiers in the platoon give a more complicated account. Certainly it’s a useful narrative, strategically and psychologically, for various parties trying to make sense of the murders: parents at a loss to explain their sons’ involvement, lawyers advocating their clients’ innocence, and a military invested in a version of events that contains and cauterizes the problem.
On the day of Jeremy Morlock’s confession, I watched as several of his friends and relatives took the stand to vouch movingly for his character, and struggle to fathom how the young man they knew could have committed the crimes to which he confessed. I watched, too, as Morlock himself recounted his failed ambition to follow in the footsteps of his father, a former master sergeant who died in a boating accident not long before Morlock deployed. “If he had been alive when I went to Afghanistan,” Morlock told the judge, “I know that would have made a difference... I realize now that I wasn’t fully prepared for the reality of war as it was being fought in Afghanistan.”
Among the witnesses who testified that day was Stjepan Mestrovic, a sociologist who specializes in war crimes. Mestrovic was allowed to study an internal five-hundred-page inquiry into the Fifth Stryker Brigade’s “command climate”, the purpose of which was to assess whether shortcomings in leadership might be partly to blame for the murders, and to identify any officers who should be held to account. In court, Mestrovic said he was shocked by how dysfunctional the brigade appeared to have been, and he added, “In a dysfunctional unit, we cannot predict who will be the deviant, but we can predict deviance.”
I met with Mestrovic later that evening and asked him to elaborate. Before becoming involved in Morlock’s case, he served as an expert witness at trials related to Abu Ghraib, the Baghdad canal killings, and Operation Iron Triangle, a case with some similarities to this one, in which American soldiers in Iraq murdered three unarmed noncombatants. He excoriated the tendency of the Army and the news media to blame such crimes on “a few bad apples” or a “rogue platoon”. Closer examination of these events, Mestrovic argued, invariably reveals that the simplistic bad-actor explanation “doesn’t fit the picture”.
Of course, while the murders in southern Afghanistan reflect most glaringly upon the men who committed them, the need to revisit these crimes goes beyond questions of culpability and motive in one platoon. As with Abu Ghraib and Haditha and My Lai, it’s hard not to consider how such acts also open a window onto the corroding conflicts themselves. This isn’t to suggest that military personnel are behaving similarly throughout Afghanistan as a result of the conditions there; it is only to say that ten years into an unconventional war whose end does not appear imminent, the murder of civilians by troops that are supposed to be defending them might reveal more than the deviance of a few young soldiers in a combat zone.
Criminal allegations aside, the return of the Fifth Stryker Brigade to Joint Base Lewis-McChord last summer would still have been a somber one. During its year in Afghanistan, 35 soldiers were killed and around 230 wounded. The toll represents one of the highest casualty rates of any brigade deployment to the war. The Fifth Brigade, with roughly 4,000 soldiers, comprised seven battalions; each battalion had about four companies, each company about four platoons. While most of these units shifted continually among the southern provinces— from Kandahar to Helmand to Zabul— Third Platoon, Bravo Company, was from the outset stationed west of Kandahar, at a forward operating base called Ramrod.
The war was not what they expected. By September of 2009, two months after their arrival, the soldiers of the Third Platoon were conducting two missions a day to villages and compounds scattered throughout an area of operations many felt was too vast for them to influence. “We went to the same town every few weeks,” one of the defendants, Private First Class Andrew Holmes said, through his lawyer, in response to my written questions. “We did not seem to have any familiarity with the locals. The unit was always making empty promises on how often we would return. On top of that, there were IEDs (improvised explosive devices) everywhere.” Several members of the platoon said that the prevalence of IEDs and near-absence of actual combatants engendered frustration. “A lot of guys felt gypped,” another soldier told me. “All the other units have these great stories about firefights, then here we are, we’re not getting anything. We had to sit there and just wait to get blown up.” (Three soldiers from the Third Platoon, on condition of anonymity, were willing to discuss their deployment and the crimes with me. It should be said that the allegiances and grievances that no doubt arose during their year in Afghanistan, and that can have only worsened during subsequent investigations and legal proceedings, might very well have created biases.)
In November, one of the vehicles in a Third Platoon convoy passed over a pressure-plate bomb that exploded directly underneath its driver, Sergeant Robert Samuel, breaking several of his bones and completely severing his left leg. Within the platoon, Samuel had been an extremely popular noncommissioned officer and squad leader, particularly among the younger soldiers. “Once that happened, it was kind of a big reality check,” the soldier quoted above told me. By this time, low morale had already led to widespread misconduct, and the majority of the Third Platoon (at least fifteen soldiers, according to Army investigations) was getting stoned several times a week. “It’s commonplace,” the same soldier said; he added that no one was forced to submit to urine tests. “All the local nationals that work on the FOB, they all get high. All it takes is, you trade them a porno mag, and they give you an ounce of hash.”
Brigadier General Stephen Twitty, the investigating officer who, in the wake of the murders, was assigned to conduct a command-climate inquiry into the Fifth Brigade, would later find that the Third Platoon “had significantly lower standards and discipline than other units.” In his report— the same one Mestrovic referred to, and which The New York Times has reviewed— Twitty writes that both the platoon leader, Lieutenant Roman Ligsay, and his noncommissioned counterpart, Sergeant First Class Julio Bruno, were regarded as “weak leaders, lacking confidence, self-serving, focusing on wanting to be liked by the soldiers and thus failing to enforce standards, and not engaged in the platoon’s daily activities.” The soldiers I spoke with agreed with this assessment.
Sergeant Samuel’s replacement was Calvin Gibbs, a physically imposing staff sergeant from Billings, Montana. At 25, Gibbs had already served two tours— one in Iraq, one in Afghanistan— and he quickly demonstrated tactical instincts that earned him the esteem of his seniors, who often placed him in the lead. His confidence and aggression made a strong impression on the other soldiers, especially those with little combat experience. “He’s the kind of guy, he would’ve been on the poster for GoArmy.com,” one soldier told me. “He’s what you want a soldier to look like, act like, speak like. He’s like the epitome of soldier.” Another said: “Gibbs was just a really personable guy. Easy to like, funny, in shape. He just had some sinister hobbies.”
Jeremy Morlock, a corporal at the time, would later tell investigators that, a week or two after joining them at FOB Ramrod, Gibbs began talking about “some of the stuff that he had gotten away with in Iraq”. As an example, Morlock said, Gibbs related having killed an Iraqi family driving in a car. (Gibbs has not been charged with any crime related to his service in Iraq. Army investigators failed to find any witnesses to this event; the medic attached to Gibbs’s old platoon said in a sworn statement that he had heard that Gibbs and others had fired on a swerving vehicle one night, killing a man, woman, and child.) Not long after, Morlock further claims, Gibbs “tossed out this scenario” in which it would be possible to kill an unarmed Afghan in such a way that would make it appear to have been a legitimate engagement. During the deployment, according to Morlock, Gibbs had acquired several fragmentation grenades 'off the books'. The scenario would involve shooting an Afghan, detonating one of the grenades, and later explaining to superiors that the explosive had been thrown by the victim.
Morlock and another soldier accused of murder, Adam Winfield, have characterized Gibbs as a sociopath who orchestrated the killings, and Winfield further claims Gibbs used his rank as a noncommissioned officer to coerce him into participating. The “kill team” moniker, instantly and unanimously adopted by the news media, comes from a leaked video interview in which Winfield tells an Army special agent that Gibbs “thought I was weak and I’m not good enough to be on his quote-unquote ‘kill team.’ Then he asked me if I would be in.” Gibbs, from the beginning, has denied any wrongdoing.
There is an obvious incentive for Morlock and Winfield to advance this characterization. But the Third Platoon soldiers that I spoke with paint a more complete picture. “Gibbs as this kind of Mansonesque kingpin is just completely out the window,” one of them said. Another said that one day during the deployment, Gibbs “showed me a bunch of his devices that he was going to use for some of the staged killings he planned on carrying out, kind of pitching me scenarios on how I could jump in and be a part of it.” He added: “I think at the end of the day what it boiled down to is these guys wanted some stories to tell when they got home. They weren’t getting the action they thought they deserved. So they went out and made their own action.”
The novelist Tim O’Brien, a Vietnam veteran, has written that “in war you lose your sense of the definite, hence your sense of truth itself, and therefore it’s safe to say that in a war story nothing is ever absolutely true.” Between January and June of 2010, three Afghans were killed during three Third Platoon patrols; this we know. As for what exactly happened in La’l Muhammad Kalay, Kari Kheyl, and Qualaday, accounts differ. Investigations have been impeded by the inaccessibility of any victim’s corpse and the logistical difficulty of traveling to each of the three villages. Consequently, proving anything with material evidence appears unlikely. Nonetheless, four young veterans face life sentences.
The purpose of the patrol to La’l Muhammad Kalay on 15 January was for Lieutenant Ligsay and the company executive officer, Captain Patrick Mitchell, to meet with village elders. While the officers convened with an elder in his private compound, the rest of the platoon fanned out to establish security. On the village’s periphery, Morlock took cover behind a low mud wall, where he monitored a group of local farmers tending a poppy field. The closest soldier to him was Specialist Ryan Mallett, who had settled in behind some rubble on a nearby hillside, giving him a clear view of his platoon-mates.
During pretrial hearings in a Lewis-McChord courtroom, Mallett would later testify that he watched Morlock call to one of the farmers and motion for him to approach. When the farmer— a beardless teenager in a colorful shirt, whose name was Gul Mudin— reached a distance of ten to twenty feet, Morlock ordered him to stop. In the written “stipulation of fact” that he confessed to in March, Morlock states that during this time a soldier named Andrew Holmes was behind the wall beside him and that the two of them explicitly agreed to implement Gibbs’s “scenario” with a fragmentation grenade that Gibbs had given Morlock.
Holmes, a twenty-year-old from Boise, Idaho, was Morlock’s direct subordinate and one of the few privates in the platoon. He enlisted in the Army the day after he turned eighteen and celebrated his nineteenth birthday in Afghanistan. “As a new private, Holmes was very charismatic,” one soldier told me. “Not scared, didn’t stutter, didn’t make stupid blunders based on insecurity or overzealousness. He was a very calm, collected guy, and knew what he was doing.”
Holmes, who has been charged with conspiring with Morlock and Gibbs to commit murder, denies having any knowledge of Morlock’s plan. He maintains that he did not join Morlock behind the wall until after Morlock stopped Mudin and that no discussion about murdering him ever took place. In court, Mallett corroborated that only when Mudin “got close” did Morlock yell for Holmes, who at that point was positioned eighty to ninety feet away. Once Holmes reached Morlock, according to Mallett’s testimony, the two soldiers shared a 'brief' exchange, which lasted a couple of seconds, and none of which Mallett could hear. Holmes then moved to the corner of the wall and aimed his machine gun down an empty road.
Morlock says in his confession that before he dropped his grenade over the wall, he “prepped” it by removing its thumb safety, pin, and spoon, and stuffed the parts in his pocket, so as not to leave any evidence that might later identify it as American. He says he then told Holmes “to get ready to fire”. Mallett testified, however, that he was watching Holmes look down the empty road when he heard Morlock yell: “Grenade! Grenade! Holmes, shoot!” Holmes stood up and got off a short burst of automatic fire, Mallett said, before Morlock grabbed him by his flak-jacket and pulled him down just before the grenade detonated.
Another soldier I spoke with remembered things somewhat differently. Claiming he was on “an elevated position” about thirty feet behind Morlock, this soldier said that, before Morlock called for Holmes, “Morlock was fumbling around with something in his hands. I couldn’t really make out what it was at the time. He looked back over, called Holmes up to him. Once Holmes got to about maybe ten or fifteen feet from Morlock’s position, as he’s walking up, Morlock with his right hand kind of made a shot-put motion over the little wall. As soon as he did that, he yelled out: ‘Contact! Contact! Contact!’ and gave Holmes a direct order to initiate fire.”
It is unclear whether Holmes’s bullets hit Mudin. Mallett says he saw the rounds strike the outer wall of a nearby compound, and that Mudin was still standing during the short interlude between Holmes’s gunfire and the explosion. A second soldier I spoke with, also claiming he witnessed the event, told me: “Holmes was pretty shellshocked. He obviously wasn’t aware that there was a grenade.”
Upon hearing the blast, the officers and the sergeants in the village elder’s compound rushed downhill to the mud wall, where Morlock reported that Mudin had thrown the grenade at him and Holmes. Mudin was lying in a pool of blood; his eyes were glazed over; he did not appear to be breathing. Nevertheless, Captain Mitchell instructed one of his staff sergeants, Kris Sprague, to “make sure he’s dead” and, from a short distance, Sprague shot Mudin once in the shoulder. (Mitchell claims this was not the intention of his order; he said he wanted Sprague to check the body for signs of life.)
As it happened, it was Calvin Gibbs who, along with the platoon medic Specialist Alexander Christy, entered Mudin’s biometrics into the digital database used by the military to keep track of Afghan nationals. Christy would later tell Army special agents that Gibbs approached him previously and asked for a set of trauma shears, the heavy-duty scissors medics use to cut through uniforms and bootlaces. As Gibbs scanned Mudin’s fingerprints and irises, according to a sworn statement Christy provided the agents, Gibbs brought out the shears, glanced around and “began to cut off the pinky finger”. While Christy would end up clarifying that he had not actually seen Gibbs cut it off, agents searching FOB Ramrod did discover two fingers, each wrapped in cloth, hidden near the Third Platoon’s living area.
Two pictures that were taken at La’l Muhammad Kalay at the end of the patrol— one of Morlock and one of Holmes, each kneeling over Mudin’s nearly stripped corpse, grabbing a fistful of hair to lift his bloodied face upward— have since been widely disseminated, drawing comparisons to Abu Ghraib and prompting the Army to denounce them as “repugnant to us as human beings”. Morlock smiles widely; Holmes, cigarette in hand, appears uneasy. “He was ordered to be in the picture,” one of the soldiers who witnessed the killing told me. I asked him why. “We’re infantry,” he said. “Obviously, you want to get in combat. If someone tries to kill you, you’re supposed to kill them back. It’s called a ‘made man’. You pulled your weight. That’s why Holmes was told to get in the picture.”
In a 2006 mental-health survey, 55 percent of marines and 40 percent of soldiers serving in Iraq said they would report the injuring or killing of an innocent noncombatant, and about 10 percent admitted they had mistreated civilians themselves, either by destroying their private property or physically assaulting them. “This survey should spur reflection on our conduct in combat,” Gen. David H. Petraeus said in a letter to the troops. “We are, indeed, warriors. We train to kill our enemies. . . . What sets us apart from our enemies in this fight, however, is how we behave.” The following year, the number of soldiers who reported having mistreated civilians grew; subsequent surveys omitted “items that could potentially be incriminating,” according to the colonel who led them, and didn’t include any questions about unethical behavior.
A number of soldiers in the Third Platoon seem to have been vaguely aware of the possibility of foul play in the killing of Gul Mudin. But the ubiquitous portrayal of a “kill team” murdering with impunity might be exaggerated. “Probably about a month afterward,” one of the soldiers told me, “the majority of the platoon had figured out one way or another what had really happened.” Most disapproved — Holmes, some say, especially. “He was really rocked,” another soldier said. “He was terrified by the notion that this had been orchestrated and he’d essentially been used.”
Even those who condemned the murder, and the prospect of future ones, chose not to alert their superiors. “See no evil, hear no evil: that’s the mentality,” said the soldier quoted directly above. “It’s a horrible mind-set, I understand that. It’s not going to translate well in the media. But we just didn’t care. There’s no excuse for it... But that was Afghanistan. If it happened, you’re like: ‘Hmm, how ’bout that? That’s fucking crazy.’ You give your opinion — either that’s stupid or that’s not stupid — and then you go back to the gym, or you go get yourself some damn food, or you watch TV on your laptop.”
A month after Mudin was killed, one member of the Third Platoon did try to blow the whistle. As a high-schooler in Cape Coral, Fla., Specialist Adam Winfield was an avid consumer of American history. When he was 17, he brought a recruiter home; eventually, he obtained his parents’ consent to join the Army, which he did as an infantryman, despite scoring high enough on his entry exam to qualify for any number of less-hazardous specialties. He completed his first four-year contract right after his unit was mobilized for its deployment, then opted to re-enlist. He wanted to become an officer and was accepted into Washington State University. While home on leave in late October, Winfield filled out enrollment paperwork, intending to begin classes at the end of his tour.
By the time Winfield returned to FOB Ramrod from his furlough, Staff Sergeant Gibbs had joined the platoon. Winfield’s father, Christopher, a former Marine, says his son’s correspondence became noticeably apprehensive, “like he was in a dark place, like he was depressed.” Then, on Feb. 14, Winfield wrote his father a Facebook message that included the following: “There are people in my platoon... can get away with ‘murder’ and they get nothing but praise from squad leaders. Then a rumor floated around the platoon that I was going to rat out said individuals for what they have done. Now I’m at a crossroads. Should I do the right thing and put myself in danger for it? Or just shut up and deal with it because I’m a quitter?”
Later that night, Christopher Winfield was able to connect with his son on instant messenger, at which point Adam told him about the death of Gul Mudin, and added: “Pretty much the whole platoon knows about it, it’s O.K. with all of them pretty much. Except me. I want to do something about it. The only problem is I don’t feel safe here telling anyone.”
Winfield asked his father to contact the Army inspector general and tell him what happened. Christopher says he called the 24-hour hotline and left a message. He called the Florida senator Bill Nelson and left a message. (Nelson’s office denies receiving the call.) He called the headquarters for Army Criminal Investigation Command and left a message. He called the operator at Lewis-McChord and left a message. He called the chaplain’s office and left a message. Finally, with his son still online, he got through to the base’s Installation Operations Center, where the NCO on duty, Staff Sgt. James Beck, heard him out, commiserated with his situation and regretted that there was little he could do. While Christopher was still on the phone, Adam messaged him, “I have proof that they are planning another one in the form of an AK-47 they want to drop on a guy.” Christopher says he relayed this information to Beck, who suggested he advise Adam to direct his allegations to his chain of command.
A recent Army investigation into its response to Christopher Winfield’s allegations, reviewed by The Times, reveals that Beck did not tell anyone else about the call; neither did he enter it into the Operation Center’s daily staff duty log. “It is clear that SSG Beck exhibited an egregious error in judgment,” the investigating officer summarizes. None of the other authorities Christopher left messages with called him back, and his conclusion was that Adam was on his own. He told his son to lie low and try to stay away from Gibbs.
On 22 February, one week after Christopher Winfield spoke with Beck, the Third Platoon visited the village of Kari Kheyl. The objective of the day’s mission, Operation Kodak Moment, was to photograph every resident and document where they lived. While Lieutenant Ligsay consulted with elders, Morlock says in his written confession that he and Gibbs encountered a villager and agreed to implement one of their scenarios using an AK-47 that Gibbs had brought along in his assault pack. Morlock also claims that they enlisted a third soldier, Specialist Michael Wagnon II, who now also faces murder charges.
At 29, Wagnon was older than most in the platoon. He generally kept to himself and is one of the few junior enlisted soldiers not implicated in any drug use. He was also one of the platoon’s only junior enlisted men to have been deployed before, with two tours in Iraq. Those who served with him have invariably called Wagnon “a good soldier,” “honest” and “a family man.” (It has been reported elsewhere that Wagnon kept as a trophy a skull fragment from another Afghan civilian. During pretrial hearings, however, witnesses testified that what Wagnon had was probably a piece of jawbone from a camel that was killed by an IED.)
In his written confession, Morlock says that Gibbs asked him and Wagnon whether they were willing to participate in murdering the villager, and Wagnon replied: “This isn’t my first rodeo. I’m in.” He says that he and Wagnon covered the man, whose name was Marach Agha, while Gibbs brought out the AK-47, fired several rounds into the wall of the compound and then used his own rifle to shoot Agha repeatedly, discarding the AK-47 on the ground near where he fell. Morlock says that at this point, he and Wagnon fired their weapons in the dead man’s general direction. “This part was Gibbs’s entire plan, and makes the story more concrete and more believable,” Morlock explained to special agents last May. “And lets Gibbs know that we were on board and not a threat to him.”
Wagnon and his lawyer say that not only was Wagnon unaware of any conspiracy to commit a crime, he wasn’t even near Gibbs when he shot Agha. As with the event at La’l Muhammad Kalay, the only third-party witness to take the stand during pretrial hearings was Specialist Ryan Mallett, and the testimony he provided seems indeed to corroborate Wagnon’s claim. In court, Mallett said that he was 65 to 100 feet away from Wagnon when the distinct sound of AK-47 fire came from the opposite side of a compound.
One soldier I spoke with who did not testify also told me that Wagnon was not with Gibbs or Morlock when the shooting started. “There’s any number of people that were around him,” the soldier said. “But everybody’s terrified — you know, the sensationalism and being told not to talk about anything.” He added: “Morlock was far, far behind Wagnon. Anyone can attest, he was never near him. They didn’t have any conversation or anything like that. And Gibbs most certainly didn’t have any conversation with Wagnon, or was around him in that vicinity.”
Upon hearing shots, Mallett and the other soldier say, Wagnon turned and ran down an alley, toward the gunfire. Wagnon’s lawyer allows that his client, assuming the victim was an enemy combatant, did fire his weapon when he reached the scene. “I found that Gibbs was exposed and was firing,” Wagnon, who was in military confinement for ten months, said in response to written questions. “When I came around the corner, I saw Gibbs’s burst. When I saw the Afghan man, he was either falling or trying to get up, and his hand was reaching for the AK-47.” To the question “What was going through your mind?” Wagnon responded, “That the Afghan man was trying to kill my squad leader and that Staff Sergeant Gibbs was in danger.”
Once again, Staff Sgt. Kris Sprague hurried to the action with Lieutenant Ligsay. This time they found Agha lying next to the AK-47, still breathing. Gibbs told them that Agha shot at him but that his weapon jammed, enabling Gibbs to return fire. About a minute later, Agha died. Lieutenant Ligsay moved the body to the center of the village, where Agha’s cousin and father-in-law identified him. When Ligsay asked why Agha would want to attack Americans, the men answered that he was a religious man who did not know how to shoot an AK-47. “I repeatedly asked them both why he would have a weapon,” Ligsay later told Army special agents. “We showed them the AK-47, and they did not know where he got it from.”
One of the earliest investigations into U.S. war crimes took place in 1902, when a Senate committee agreed to examine mounting allegations of misconduct in the Philippine-American War. The conflict cost the lives of hundreds of thousands of civilians, and though many of these deaths were from disease, veterans testified at Congressional hearings about rampant brutality by American soldiers. Years later, the ongoing violence in the Philippines would inspire a young George C. Marshall, on his first assignment fresh out of military school, to tell a fellow officer: “Once an army is involved in war, there is a beast in every fighting man which begins tugging at its chains. And a good officer must learn early on how to keep the beast under control, both in his men and himself.”
After interviewing 80 witnesses for his command-climate inquiry, General Twitty recommended that Roman Ligsay — who after the deployment was promoted to captain — and his enlisted counterpart, Sgt. First Class Julio Bruno, both receive letters of reprimand (Ligsay for an excessive-force incident that did not result in criminal charges, and Bruno for failing to enforce standards in the platoon), and that Capt. Matthew Quiggle, their immediate superior, receive two letters of concern, a milder action. Lt. Gen. Curtis Scaparrotti, who appointed Twitty, also recommended a letter of admonition, which falls between “reprimand” and “concern,” for Col. Harry D. Tunnell IV, the former commander of the Fifth Brigade.
In explaining his recommendations, Twitty returns more than once to the difference between causing criminal behavior and failing to prevent it. “While the alleged criminal acts may have been identified earlier or perhaps prevented with stronger leader presence,” he writes, “I found nothing to indicate that the alleged criminal acts occurred as a result of the command climate set by the leaders above them.” No one in a leadership position, from Tunnell down to Ligsay, is responsible for the crimes of the Third Platoon, according to Twitty. At the same time, under different leadership, the crimes might never have happened.
Twitty acknowledges that “the platoon’s standards and discipline were so alarming that one might question how the company and battalion levels of command did not know of many of the incidents that occurred within the platoon.” But he then goes on to explain, “Upon further investigation, one would find that many of the incidents were not reported above platoon level.”
To some, this may sound like a whitewash. Indeed, the plausible deniability of the field-grade officer is an American military tradition that dates back at least to Vietnam. But Twitty’s investigation makes no attempt to minimize the role of Colonel Tunnell, the brigade commander.
Even before deploying to Afghanistan, Tunnell had acquired a reputation as a controversial leader and had been sharply criticized by several colonels and generals for championing aggressive tactics that are now out of sync with current Army doctrine. Army Times and The Washington Post both published articles questioning Tunnell’s leadership long before General Twitty conducted his investigation.
In March 2003, Tunnell commanded an airborne infantry battalion that dropped into northern Iraq and commenced a year of hard fighting in and around Kirkuk. In October, when his patrol was ambushed, Tunnell was shot in the leg and had to be airlifted to Germany. While convalescing in the U.S., Tunnell wrote a paper about his tour in Iraq that concluded, “It is virtually impossible to convince any committed terrorist who hates America to change his or her point of view — they simply must be attacked relentlessly.” A few years later, Tunnell was assigned to review a draft of a new Army field manual premised on a philosophy antithetical to his own. The manual — “Counterinsurgency,” by Gen. David Petraeus and Gen. James F. Amos — was published in December 2006 and has since radically altered how the American military operates in Iraq and Afghanistan. The following spring, Tunnell assumed command of what was then the newly created Fifth Stryker Brigade at Joint Base Lewis-McChord.
Neither Twitty nor anyone else has accused Tunnell of illegal activity. In his own written statement to Twitty, Tunnell is remarkably frank about his disdain for counterinsurgency (COIN). His primary objection to the doctrine is that it cannot be effectively implemented because U.S. Army forces “are not organized, trained or equipped” to carry out the peaceful development work that counterinsurgency demands of them. He also argues that Americans are not “culturally suited” for such work.
According to Twitty, Tunnell’s fervent repudiation of counterinsurgency in Afghanistan created “frustration and confusion” among lower-level commanders, who believed his orders contradicted the fundamental strategy of the war. One lieutenant colonel writes in the statement he submitted for Twitty’s report: “Stories of his negative reactions to this generally accepted truth about how the Army operated were legend. . . . We knew instinctively that we would have to do some of the things that Colonel Tunnell didn’t want to see — such as work to improve local government institutions — so we set about preparing to do so in semisecret.”
Because lower-ranking officers adhered to counterinsurgency independently, Twitty concludes, the bellicose philosophy espoused by Tunnell was never actually put into practice. The general finds that “at the platoon level and below, Colonel Tunnell’s . . . philosophy had minimal impact on the soldiers.” However poorly Colonel Tunnell led the Fifth Brigade, however dysfunctional its command climate might have been as a result, and however vocally he prioritized killing over counterinsurgency, there can be “no causal relation,” according to Twitty, between these failures and faults and anything an individual soldier might or might not have done.
Mestrovic, the war-crimes expert who testified at Morlock’s court-martial, adamantly disagrees. He argues that the ramifications of Tunnell’s leadership would have been complicated, subtle and far-reaching. Mestrovic rejects the notion that members of the Third Platoon would have been unaffected by Tunnell’s views. “For a society to be functional, the beliefs and norms must have synchronicity,” Mestrovic explained to me. “Tunnell was out of sync with the general norm. To put that in practical terms, people like Jeremy [Morlock], on the very bottom of the food chain, would think things like, Anybody who believes in COIN is just a [vulgarity]. And they admired Tunnell. To this day, Jeremy admires Tunnell.”
Specialist Adam Winfield’s parents say that after Kari Kehyl, their son sank into a severe depression. Rumors that he was considering snitching, according to the Winfields, led to his being ostracized by the rest of the platoon. A key element of Winfield’s defense is that Gibbs relentlessly threatened and antagonized him. Gibbs denies threatening Winfield, and the three soldiers I spoke with all say that allegations of intimidation are unfounded. Other soldiers told investigators that Winfield had indeed been threatened, and Christopher Winfield told me that by March, “Adam was at such a point mentality-wise that he was hoping he would step on a mine. He was hoping he’d get blown up and just end this mess.”
On 2 May, during the mission to the small village of Qualaday, Winfield was told he would be going in with Gibbs. While First Lt. Stefan Moye met with a local resident, Gibbs led a team on a search of the surrounding area. (By this time, Ligsay had been transferred to a staff position at headquarters.) Shortly after separating from the rest of the platoon, Winfield and Morlock both claim, they found an unarmed man inside a compound. Gibbs asked them if they wanted to kill him, and they agreed.
The man, Mullah Allah Dad, was brought outside, where, Winfield told investigators, “Sergeant Gibbs said: ‘Just put him down in that ditch right there. Put him on his knees.’ ” Winfield and Morlock both claim that after Allah Dad was lowered to his knees, they took cover behind a sand berm about 15 feet away. Winfield and Morlock say Gibbs activated an American fragmentation grenade and tossed it at Allah Dad’s feet. In his confession, Morlock says that as he did so, Gibbs yelled: “Kill him! Kill him!” During his initial questioning, Winfield remembered Morlock giving the order to shoot before the grenade detonated.
Morlock and Winfield both admit firing their rifles. Winfield, whose lawyer now claims he deliberately aimed high, told Army special agents: “I took a man from his family. I don’t know if it was my bullets that killed him or the grenade that killed him. But I was a part of it.” Christopher Winfield, who has had many conversations with his son about this moment, told me: “Fear set in for him. He said he was having a huge anxiety attack. He couldn’t feel his fingers. He couldn’t feel his feet. He panicked . . . almost passed out.” Christopher said that for a moment, while trying to decide what to do, his son even considered shooting Gibbs.
Winfield and Morlock both say that after the explosion, Gibbs walked up to Allah Dad and shot him in the head. Morlock says he himself then ran over and planted a Russian-style grenade next to Allah Dad. According to Winfield, it was Gibbs who planted the grenade.
The platoon medic later described finding “an elderly man facedown with both of his legs almost completely amputated, his jaw crushed and several gunshot wounds.” He also told investigators that he watched Gibbs pull one of Allah Dad’s teeth, using his fingers. “It kind of just peeled out, because his face was so messed up.”
Minutes after the explosion, Allah Dad’s wife appeared and became hysterical. “I’ve never seen anybody in my life more upset than her,” the soldier who was ordered to keep her away from the body told me. “It looked like the worst thing ever in the world had just happened to her a thousand times over. She was screaming, crying. She had a baby 2-year-old kid. She was holding it, and then her son, who was maybe not even 5, was in tow behind her. I had to move her. She kept trying to come back. I escorted her about 75 meters away, and she just walked off.”
Later, Adam Winfield said during his videotaped interview, Gibbs told him he was a made man.
In 1971, when Lieutenant William Calley Jr., who had led his platoon in the massacre of hundreds of unarmed civilians, including women, children, and the elderly in the Vietnamese village of My Lai, was found guilty of premeditated murder and sentenced to life in prison, public outrage erupted across the country. Thousands of telegrams advocating clemency were sent to the White House, mass protests were held nationwide, a popular folk song was written and Georgia’s governor, Jimmy Carter, instituted American Fighting Man’s Day in solidarity with the convicted war criminal. President Nixon immediately ordered Calley released to house arrest, just three and a half years of which he would serve before being freed entirely by a federal judge. Aubrey Daniel, the Army lawyer who prosecuted Calley, and who wrote a letter of protest rebuking Nixon for his involvement, would later say of the reaction: “It was a country that wanted this war to end and a country that didn’t want to believe that this had happened. But if it did, it wanted to say that it’s our fault collectively, and not his fault.”
Such a sense of collective responsibility does not seem to be shared by the generation that has grown up with the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and that has read about such wartime atrocities as the gang rape, murder and immolation of a 14-year-old girl near al-Mahmudiyah, Iraq; the killing of women and children in Haditha; the abuse of prisoners at Abu Ghraib; and the executions of Iraqis in a Baghdad canal and of the three men in the Iron Triangle. Indeed, it’s hard to imagine any significant mobilization of support for the American soldiers and marines charged with these crimes, much less a public outcry that would persuade elected officials to intervene on their behalf.
If we lack a sense of collective responsibility for these more recent war crimes, Mestrovic blames this on our readiness to believe that such occasional iniquities are aberrations perpetrated by a derelict few, rather than the inevitable result of institutional failures and, more generally, the nature of the conflicts in which we are engaged. It is much easier to accept the assessment of the officer who told General Twitty that the Fifth Brigade had “absolutely the worst command climate I have ever operated under” but that nonetheless “nothing about the unit climate led to the killings... that was simply the work of a sociopath.”
Whether or not it’s appropriate to hold Tunnell in some way accountable for the crimes supposedly committed by Gibbs, there are parallels between them. Both fought in northern Iraq in the early part of the invasion, and both seem to have brought those experiences with them, years later, when they were sent to a very different kind of war. (Tunnell’s critics have pointed out that Gibbs was assigned to Tunnell’s security detachment before joining the Third Platoon.) Another colonel wrote in his statement to General Twitty that Tunnell told him that “he was after revenge for being shot in the leg while serving in Iraq” and that he kept the metal rod from his leg on his desk to “use it as an illustration.” If the violence in Kirkuk in 2003 instilled in the mature, highly educated Tunnell a desire for vengeance and reservations about the guidance from his own chain of command, what might it have done to Calvin Gibbs, then a 19-year-old machine-gunner fighting in the same city?
Stephen N. Xenakis, a retired brigadier general and a former senior adviser to the Defense Department, told me that while extensive research has been done on the psychological effects of deployments for veterans trying to reintegrate into society, the Army has so far failed to examine how those same effects influence soldiers when they return to war. “What’s it like for the guy who’s now on his fourth combat tour, and how effective is he?” Xenakis asked me. “And does he have other problems? I don’t know that the system, either from the leadership standpoint — the combat-effectiveness standpoint — or the medical side, is asking that.”
Studies show that over the course of our military history, American soldiers have become increasingly more willing to kill. In World War II, just 15 to 20 percent of infantrymen actually fired their rifles at the enemy during battles; in Korea that number increased to 55 percent; in Vietnam it reached 90. Retired Lt. Col. Dave Grossman, author of the book “On Killing,” attributes the trend to changes in military training. The “methods that increased the firing rate from 15 percent to 90 percent,” Grossman writes, “are referred to as ‘programming’ or ‘conditioning’ ” intended to address — or redress — “the simple and demonstrable fact that there is within most men an intense resistance to killing their fellow man.”
Xenakis perceives a disconnect between this type of training and the less violent aspirations of counterinsurgency. He says the doctrine is “a great theoretical idea” but that the training of the soldiers who are expected to implement it — infantrymen — has not caught up. “And I think it hasn’t caught up to understanding the mind-set of these young kids,” Xenakis added. “I even see it when I sit down with the squad leaders and the platoon sergeants. They’re in the war-fighter mentality. They’re gung-ho. They’ve got to have combat skills, there’s no doubt about it. It’s what’s going to save them. But I don’t think it’s set up in a way that also teaches them what they have to know for the COIN doctrine.”
Military lawyers say that legal actions for supposed crimes in Iraq and Afghanistan spiked after Abu Ghraib. Commanders, wary of being accused of turning a blind eye to misconduct, became far more likely to recommend investigations; investigators, subject to similar concerns, became far more likely to recommend criminal charges. In some cases, defense lawyers say, such a climate resulted in overzealous prosecutions of honorable men doing the best they could in unconventional, complicated wars.
At the same time, it seems safe to say, cases like the pending courts-martial at Joint Base Lewis-McChord afford only glimpses of the horrors those wars can sometimes occasion.
Among the dozens of sworn statements in General Twitty’s report, one includes additional allegations that were never investigated, never prosecuted, never the subject of national magazine articles and the evening news. The statement of Maj. Ryan O’Connor, an officer in a battalion in the Fifth Brigade, stationed far away from Ramrod and Sergeant Gibbs, appears toward the end of Twitty’s report. It is never elaborated on, and its reliability is impossible to ascertain. “Around April 2010,” O’Connor writes in an abrupt departure from the matter at hand, “two different platoons... had direct fire contact which appeared to both the S3 and me to need further investigation.” O’Connor describes one incident in which an Afghan suspected of being a triggerman was shot while running from the scene of an I.E.D. explosion. “There was no cellphone or weapons found on the killed individual,” O’Connor writes, and he recommended that the battalion commander open an investigation. The commander declined, saying he had reviewed the reports and found it unnecessary.
A few days later, soldiers from another platoon shot and killed three more men. In their report, the soldiers claimed that they had been fired upon and had later discovered weapons, ammunition and I.E.D. parts. The I.E.D. parts turned out to be “some old AA batteries and a couple strands of electronic wire. The ammunition was old, discarded brass. These items amounted to no more than the average Afghan pocket litter,” O’Connor writes. More troubling, photos of the bodies appeared to him to indicate that two of the men took bullets to the head while the third was shot in the back. “The scenario that jumped immediately into my head was 2x simultaneous head shots, and the third guy took off running and so the shooting had to catch up to him.” O’Connor also found “inconsistencies” in the various reports describing the incident. “Something was not right,” he says.
Once again, O’Connor and his fellow officer took their concerns to their commander, “insisting that he initiate an investigation.” The commander’s superior instructed him to conduct an inquiry in-house, without alerting any authorities outside the unit. O’Connor says he and the officer exhorted the battalion commander to request an investigator, and that still the commander refused. “He said he did not want anyone from outside... coming here and poking around,” O’Connor writes, “because they don’t understand... and they won’t have any idea or context for ‘the kind of fight we’ve had here.’”
When he came home on leave last April, a few weeks before becoming the subject of an investigation, Andrew Holmes alarmed his mother, Dana, by giving away all of his belongings, including his most prized possession: a set of custom-made golf clubs he’d saved up to buy himself in high school. Dana says he was convinced he would be killed. Now Holmes’s family members try to see him once a month at Lewis-McChord, where he has been detained since his return from Afghanistan. On a recent visit, Dana says, her son told her that his time in pretrial confinement has made him “grateful that he came back, at least.” She says, “He said he’d rather be judged by eight than carried by six.”
While Jeremy Morlock was home on leave at the same time, his girlfriend became pregnant, and they now have a five-month-old girl.
Adam Winfield’s lawyer reports Winfield is having suicidal thoughts. “He’s not the same kid,” Christopher Winfield told me recently. “He’s my son, but he’s not the same kid that left.”
Recently Michael Wagnon was released from pretrial confinement. He must wear an ankle monitor, but he will be able to live with his wife and three children.
As for the families of the three slain men in Afghanistan — Gul Mudin, Mullah Allah Dad and Marach Agha — they reportedly each received $11,300.
Rico says "If someone tries to kill you, you’re supposed to kill them back" seems reasonable to him, but these guys crossed the line... (And if you 'prep' a grenade by removing its thumb safety, pin, and spoon, it usually goes off in about ten seconds, so Rico doesn't get it how this worked.)
 

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