This story from Salon more or less sums up our mission in Iraq. In an effort to establish some good will with local Iraqis, the Army decided to have soldiers give out soccer balls to kids. When they arrived to unload the five-ton truck, there was one problem: the balls weren't inflated, and there were no pumps or needles to get air into them.
Frustrated, the soldiers asked their commanding officers what to do. None were sure. They kept calling their own superiors. Cassidy suggested that they order pumps and needles, which would arrive in about two weeks. The battalion colonel quickly tired of the whole discussion and said he wasn't about to requisition soccer ball pumps. "He decided this was a waste of time," Cassidy said. "His thought was, 'Iraqis should be grateful.' Not, 'They will be grateful' -- 'They should be.'" Finally, the lieutenant commanded the troops to deliver the balls to the children. "He was pretty much like, 'Shut up and hand out these soccer balls,'" Reppenhagen said.
It seemed crazy. "We were so pissed," said Reppenhagen. But orders are orders. When you are told to hand out flat soccer balls, you hand out flat soccer balls. So the soldiers who served in 2nd Battalion, 63rd Armored Regiment piled the flat soccer balls into their Humvees. Driving through the Sunni Triangle's war-torn towns, they tossed the deflated balls to children, who crowded the sides of the roads, running beside the canals and lush greenery that lined the banks of the Diyala River. "Kids were swarming us," Reppenhagen said. "We went to a couple of schools and delivered stacks of them. Everybody we saw got a flat soccer ball."
Which, of course, the kids quickly figured out. Pretty soon, Reppenhagen recalled, "They were like, 'What are you doing? What are we supposed to do with this?" When the Humvees began to retrace their route back to the base, the futility of the operation was becoming painfully clear. "Kids were wearing these soccer balls as hats," Reppenhagen said. "They were kicking them around. They were in trees. They were floating in canals. They were everywhere. There were so many soccer balls. [...] On the way back, kids were throwing rocks at us."
In a nutshell.
Damn. That's both fitting and yet even further depressing. How ill-thought-out.
Posted by: Stanley at February 7, 2007 11:45 PMThey should work this into their Flat Daddy programme somehow. Then work them both into the upcoming Flat Infantry Division programme.
Posted by: Doctor Slack at February 8, 2007 03:34 AMOh, Christ. I think I remember hearing about our awesome Operation To Hand Out Soccer Balls and feeling a tug on my blackened, withered heartstrings. Next thing we'll learn is that the schools were repainted in lead-white and cyanide-green.
Posted by: Jackmormon at February 8, 2007 12:55 PMHere's some garbage, kids! You should be grateful.
Posted by: bitchphd at February 8, 2007 02:38 PMEver seen the tape where the American soldiers taunt a littl Iraqi boy with a bottle of water and make him run for like 20 blocks and then throw it at him?
Posted by: John Burns at February 8, 2007 09:28 PM