Today there seems to be a great deal of insurgent activity. Explosions and gunfire were the heralds of the New Year here in Baghdad. The gunfire was mostly celebratory, but the explosions hardly were. I was awakened by more explosions. I don’t really react anymore, other than to note mentally or verbally how close and what type I think the explosion was. Mortar or bomb? 100 yards? 1,000 yards? None of it really seems relevant to me, because I have a job to do, and the bomb or mortar hasn’t disabled my ability to do it.
The insurgency certainly might kill me, but they’re further away then ever from convincing me that they have anything valid to offer the world. I want them all dead. Is that wrong?
The barbarians are at the gates clamoring for more death and destruction, and they will get it, but the sword they wield is double-edged and has no handle. Meanwhile, we soldier on. Happy New Year, everyone. The world gets smaller every year.
Here is a video to illustrate New Year’s Eve from a perspective you probably haven’t had and don’t want. The audio is much more useful than the video. Due to the darkness, it is nearly useless. Enjoy.