A message directly from Capt. Bхххх Cххх, Centcom
It’s time for another note to all. We’re seeing much of the violence simmer down. We know the underlying causes remain, but I believe some key people are learning the right lessons from the events of the past 2+ weeks. We must, indeed, deal appropriately with the outside influences. But we also know there are many Iraqis who are frustrated with the pace of progress. This is understandable. It is not a matter of lack of gratitude. It is largely derived from their respect for America and its power. It is now a well-worn phrase that they thought us to be ten feet tall. Reality has sunk in, but I think many still think us of Shaquille O’Neal stature. The only way we will set Iraq up for success is to resolve ourselves to that goal. It is so disappointing to me that the moment things get difficult, so many wish to cut and run. Some days will be tough. Some days will be tragic. Many of the Americans, and certainly our military people, knew that going in. Encountering tough times and tragic days should not cause us to believe we are failing.
A month from now I ought to be able to tell you about dozens of new construction projects to improve the Iraqi infrastructure. This construction will improve Iraqi quality of life, employ thousands of Iraqis, and build the Iraqi construction industry. Iraqi companies, suppliers and individuals will benefit and security will improve. It will happen. We just need to get there, tough times or not.
I am receiving many calls from the media about the impact of the security situation on construction. I am not getting quoted very much, however, and I expect it is because I refuse to say the sky is falling. It isn’t. Security may impact the schedule of construction; security may impact the cost of construction; but security will not stop construction.
There’s a military hospital about a mile away from us. We’re making occasional trips there to drop off magazines, electronic games, candy, cookies, toiletries, etc. Most of the troops at the hospital are there for a short time before they are returned to their units or transferred out of country. They are from all services, but dominated by Army and Marines. For those of you interested in helping out a bit, you’re welcome to send me some boxes (we have limited room here, so please don’t send the whole circus) with the kind of items I mention above. I promise not to snitch any. Send it to:
Captain Bхххх Cххх
CPA-PMO
APO AE 09316
Chocolate is not likely to travel very well in the coming months, but young adults don’t mind eating things in globs. Whatever you’d like to do is great, even if you just want to send some greetings.
Thanks for your continued support. If I had to do it all over again, I would still come to Baghdad to make my meager contribution.
Sincerely,
Bхххх A. Cххх, Captain, U.S. Navy
Media Director, Program Management Office
Baghdad, Iraq
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We will not tire. We will not falter. We will not fail.
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Lieutenant Otto Deissenroth, Military Post Number 12 827D writes to local group leader Kemmel in Altenau (Mainfranken)
In the East, 30.7.1941
Dear Comrade Karl !
I write this letter from the desolation of a Ukrainian forest village, 40 kilometers from Kiev, which we hope to capture in a few days. The fruitful land of the Ukraine is all around us, but 20 years of Bolshevist mismanagement have brought it to ruin. The poverty, misery and filth we have seen and experienced in the past weeks is indescribable. You back home cannot imagine the terrible results of Bolshevism in this fruitful land. Everything that we formerly read in newspapers and books pales in the face of the terrible reality. Our eyes look in vain for some sign of construction, for a trace of progress, for a bit of culture. We yearn for the sight of a clean house, an orderly street, a few tended gardens, a few trees! Wherever we look there is filth, decay, desolation, misery, death and suffering! Everywhere we see the ghost of Bolshevism in the tortured look of farmers, the blank stares of captives, the hundreds of murdered people, the farm houses of impoverished buildings and ruined houses. I sometimes think it is all the work of the devil. The land was rich when it was inhabited by German, Ukrainian, Czech and Polish farmers. Then Bolshevism came, and with it enormous misery. Everything that was prosperous or cultured was killed or burned. I spoke with dozens of people whose family members, fathers, husbands, brothers and sons perished somewhere in Murmansk, Siberia or the icy north. Thousands died during the great famine, particularly in 1932-1933. Thousands more ended up in prisons and jails. The misery of those freed from Bolshevism is indescribable. Any free expression was prohibited, any movement banned. Everything in nature that was beautiful, good and free was destroyed. Everything created by God was exterminated! They took the blessing from the land and the soul from the people. They reduced them to the level of animals, impotent, miserable enslaved animals with no hope of life who did not know if they would be alive tomorrow, who lived from hand to mouth, and were happy only when someone killed them. Hell can be no worse that this "Soviet paradise." There is no hope of salvation. What Bolshevism has done to humanity is a sin against God, a crime one cannot begin to understand. Every German who formerly thought Bolshevism was a worthy idea and who threatened we National Socialists with death and bloodshed only because we didn't believe in this nonsense should be ashamed! We were right! We are all shaken and moved as we face this misery, this suffering, this hopeless Bolshevist life. They stole everything from these people except the very air they breathed. The land they inherited from their fathers became a collective, the property of the state, and they became slaves worse than those of the darkest Middle Ages in Germany. They had a tiny plot of land of their own, and even that was heavily taxed. They had to report to the collective's commissars each morning, work the whole day, even Sunday, with no free time. They belonged to the state. They were supposedly paid, but rarely saw the money. They got 33 kopeks a day, about a third of a mark. They owned no plow, no spade, no wagon, no yoke. Everything supposedly belonged to everyone, everything belonged to the state. The Jews and party bigwigs lived in prosperity, the farmers had only hunger, misery, work and death. No one felt himself responsible for the soil, no one felt the love we Germans have for our homeland, for the soil that is ours. The knowledge of blood and soil had died out. I spoke with 30-year-olds who did not understand the concept of property. They had been educated in Soviet schools. That explains why they had no sense of culture, no need for it. Their homes are empty, cold and desolate, much poorer than in Poland. No pictures, no flowers break the desolation. The art of cooking also disappeared, given the food shortages. The daily diet consists of milk and bread, along with a bit of honey and a few potatoes. When one see this dismal poverty, one is reminded that these Bolshevist animals wanted to bring culture to us industrious, clean and creative Germans. How God has blessed us! How justified is the Führer's claim to European leadership! The poorest German village is a pearl in comparison to these ruined Russian villages. Sometimes as I face the thousands of murdered people that we found in the cities and villages, and in the numerous occasions where we found women and children wailing over the corpses of their family members, or when they asked us to free their men who had been hauled off just before we arrived, I see the Führer before me. He saved an enslaved and raped humanity, giving it once more divine freedom and the blessing of a worthy existence. The last and deepest reason for this war is to restore the natural and godly order. It is a battle against slavery, against Bolshevist insanity. I am proud, deeply proud, that I may fight against this Bolshevist monster, fighting once again the enemy I fought to destroy during the hard years of struggle in Germany. I am proud of the wounds I suffered during the election battles in Germany, and I am proud of my new wounds, and of the medal that I now wear. It is as if the people here are awakening from a deep sleep. They cannot yet believe in their new freedom; they do not know where to begin. They sit down and wait for orders. Now they have them: "Go back to work, harvest the fields, now you have your own home." That is what all the posters say, and one sees the masses at work in the fields. Man and nature are free again, God has his place once more, his eternal order has been restored. We National Socialist soldiers of Adolf Hitler have restored the godly order, though some call us heathens. That is the way life is. And what did those who spoke about God do? Ask them!"
Вот Саудовская Аравия себе инфраструктуру справила и теперь спокойно может деньги на терроризм тратить, надо и Ираку помочь то же самое сделать.
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