The battle for Baghdad is on

Go get ’em, guys!

Mega-prayers to all involved. A lot’s at stake here.

Hat tip: Cump

Update: Read more updates on this developing story here.

5 Responses to "The battle for Baghdad is on"

Lorica says:

February 6, 2007 at 7:28 pm

It certainly would be nice if the drive bys would tell us how many of the bad guys our troops take out. But no I suppose that wouldn’t fit the agreed upon agenda. It would be nice if this action showed that the Iraqi military doesn’t need as much of our help as we thought. – Lorica
Severian says:

February 6, 2007 at 8:55 pm

Oh I am sure that the MSM will soon regale us with breathless casualty reports from the front line (well, actually given to them in their green zone digs by insurgent associated stringers). Expect lots of dead wedding guests and women and children to be paraded across the MSM any day now. Apparently it’s impossible to drop a bomb anywhere in Iraq or Afghanistan without hitting a “wedding.”

That does it, I’m quitting my job and opening a wedding supply shop in Afghanistan, it’s a guaranteed success, what with all those weddings.
Severian says:

February 7, 2007 at 10:53 am

In good news from the front, they’ve already captured an arms cache of well over 1000 mortar rounds, most of them large 81mm ones, that were all rigged to be used as IEDs. That’s a significant hit. Undoubtedly there are a lot more such caches out there, but every one you take out is a “good thing.”
Leslie says:

February 7, 2007 at 1:49 pm

Act 3. Scene I

——————————————————————————–
SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur.

Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders
KING HENRY V
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’

Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off
NC Cop says:

February 7, 2007 at 5:10 pm

but every one you take out is a “good thing.”

AMEN to that!!!!!

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