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Gość: echo The Battle of Baghdad IP: *.sympatico.ca 06.04.03, 02:18

The Battle of Baghdad
'Ever so slowly, the suburbs were turned into battlefields'
By Robert Fisk
06 April 2003

The Iraqi bodies were piled high in the pick-up truck in front of me, army
boots hanging over the tailboard, a soldier with a rifle sitting beside them.
Beside the highway, a squad of troops was stacking grenades as the ground
beneath us vibrated with the impact of US air strikes. The area was called
Qadisiya. It was Iraq's last front line. Thus did the Battle for Baghdad enter
its first hours, a conflict that promises to be both dirty and cruel

Beside the highway, the Iraqi armoured vehicle was still smouldering, a cloud
of blue-grey smoke rising above the plane trees under which its crew had been
sheltering. Two trucks were burnt out on the other side of the road. The
American Apache helicopters had left just a few minutes before I arrived. A
squad of soldiers, flat on their stomachs, were setting up an anti-armour
weapon on the weed-strewn pavement, aiming at the empty airport motorway for
the first American tanks to come thrashing down the highway.

Then there were the Iraqi bodies, piled high in the back of a pick-up truck in
front of me, army boots hanging over the tailboard, a soldier with an automatic
rifle sitting beside them. Beside the highway, a squad of troops was stacking
rocket-propelled grenades beside a row of empty shops as the ground beneath us
vibrated with the impact of American air strikes and shellfire. The area was
called Qadisiya. It was Iraq's last front line.

Thus did the Battle for Baghdad enter its first hours yesterday, a conflict
that promises to be both dirty and cruel. Even the city's police force was sent
to the front, its officers parading in a fleet of squad cars through the
central streets, waving their newly issued Kalashnikov rifles from the windows.

What is one to say of such frantic, impersonal – and, yes, courageous – chaos?
A truck crammed with more than a hundred Iraqi troops, many in blue uniforms,
all of them carrying rifles which gleamed in the morning sunlight, sped past me
towards the airport. A few made victory signs in the direction of my car – I
confess to touching 145km an hour on the speedometer – but of course one had to
ask what their hearts were telling them. "Up the line to death" was the phrase
that came to mind. Two miles away, at the Yarmouk hospital, the surgeons stood
in the car park in blood-stained overalls; they had already handled their first
intake of military casualties.

A few hours later, an Iraqi minister was to tell the world that the Republican
Guard had just retaken the airport from the Americans, that they were under
fire but had won "a great victory". Around Qadisiya, however, it didn't look
that way. Tank crews were gunning their T-72s down the highway past the main
Baghdad railway yards in a convoy of armoured personnel carriers and Jeeps and
clouds of thick blue exhaust fumes. The more modern T-82s, the last of the
Soviet-made fleet of battle tanks, sat hull down around Jordan Square with a
clutch of BMP armoured vehicles.

The Americans were coming. The Americans were claiming to be in the inner
suburbs of Baghdad – which was untrue; indeed, the story was designed, I'm
sure, to provoke panic and vulnerability among the Iraqis.

True or false, the stories failed. Across vast fields of sand and dirt and palm
groves, I saw batteries of Sam-6 anti-aircraft missiles and multiple Katyusha
rocket launchers awaiting the American advance. The soldiers around them looked
relaxed, some smoking cigarettes in the shade of the palm trees or sipping
fruit juice brought to them by the residents of Qadisiya whose homes – heaven
help them – were now in the firing line.

But then there was the white-painted Japanese pick-up truck that pulled out in
front of my car. At first, I thought the soldiers on the back were sleeping,
covered in blankets to keep them warm. Yet I had opened my car window to keep
cool this early summer morning and I realised that all the soldiers – there
must have been 15 of them in the little truck – were lying on top of each
other, all with their heavy black military boots dangling over the tailboard.
The two soldiers on the vehicles sat with their feet wedged between the
corpses. So did America's first victims of the day go to their eternal rest.

"Today, we attack," the Minister of Information, Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf, was
to announced an hour later, and he reeled off a list of Iraqi "victories" to
sustain his country's morale. Seven British and American tanks destroyed around
Basra, four American personnel carriers and an American aircraft destroyed near
Baghdad. At the airport, the Iraqis "confronted the enemy and slaughtered
them". Or so we were told.

Well, an Iraqi friend of mine who lives near the airport told me that he had
seen a tank on fire, a tank with a black "V" sign painted on its armour.
The "V" is the American symbol of "friendly force", intended to warn their
pilots from bombing their own soldiers by mistake. So this must have been an
American tank.

But Mr Sahaf's optimism got the better of him. Yes, he told journalists in
Baghdad, Doura was safe, Qadisiya was safe. Yarmouk was safe. "Go and look for
yourselves," he challenged. Ministry of Information officials were ashen-faced.
And when foreign correspondents were bussed off on this over-confident
adventure, they were turned back at the Yarmouk hospital and the ministry buses
firmly ordered to carry reporters back to their hotel.

But an earlier 35-minute journey around the shell-embraced suburbs proved one
thing yesterday: that the Iraqis – up till dusk at least – were preparing to
fight the invaders. I found their 155mm artillery around the centre of the
city, close to the rail lines. One artillery piece was even hauled up Abu Nawas
Street beside the Tigris by a truck whose soldiers held up their rifles and
shouted their support for Saddam Hussein.

And all day, the air raids continued. It gets confusing, amid the dust and
smoke, all these new targets and new pockets of ruination. Was the grey-
powdered rubble in Karada a building yesterday, or was it struck last week? The
central telephone exchange had taken another hit. So had the communications
centre in Yarmouk. And then I noticed, along the front line where the Iraqi
soldiers were preparing to become heroes or "martyrs" or survivors – the last
an infinitely preferable outcome to the sanest of soldiers – how small craters
had been punched into the flowerbeds on the central reservations.

Ever so slowly, the suburbs of Baghdad were being turned into battlefields.

news.independent.co.uk/world/middle_east/story.jsp?story=394486

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Gość: . Masz racje. Zapal sobie swieczke! Wlacz Al-Jazeera IP: *.newt1.ct.charter.com 06.04.03, 01:22
Gość: traianus Re: Propaganda USA!!!! IP: *.wroclaw.dialog.net.pl 06.04.03, 01:22

Gość portalu: Jadzia napisał(a):

> Jest nie do zniesienia! A jeszcze głupi polacy w to wierzą. Prawda jest taka,
> ze jankesi przegrywaja na wszystkich frontach, robia fotomontaze w kuwejcie i
> pokazuja w tv jak im dobrze idzie!!! PROPAGANDA!!!

no własnie, ta amerykańska technika, nanieśli czołgi na przedmieścia Bagdadu,
oszukują ludzkośc, ale my wiemy jaka jest prawda, Irackie wojsk własnie wchodzą
do Kuwejtu, potem zajmą Izrael a nastepnie tylko krok do Waszyngotu

Irakijczycy zdobędzieci Wielki Kanion Kolorado do ataku!
Gość: samanta Re: Propaganda USA!!!! IP: *.kabel.telenet.be 06.04.03, 01:26

A co to dla nich zrobic montaz ?
Juz w 1969 zrobili LIVE SHOW z Ksiezyca nakrecany w ziemskim studio TV
przez Stanleya Kubricka (najwieksza mistyfikacja stulecia)
Mnie tam juz nic nie zdziwi
- Gość: . Re: Propaganda USA!!!! IP: *.newt1.ct.charter.com 06.04.03, 01:27
  
  Gość portalu: samanta napisał(a):
  
  > A co to dla nich zrobic montaz ?
  > Juz w 1969 zrobili LIVE SHOW z Ksiezyca nakrecany w ziemskim studio TV
  > przez Stanleya Kubricka (najwieksza mistyfikacja stulecia)
  > Mnie tam juz nic nie zdziwi
  
  bo mieszkasz w Belgii...
Gość: KAZIK STASZEWSKI NIECH NAM JADZIA WSADZI !!!! IP: *.man.polbox.pl 06.04.03, 02:16
Gość: echo The Battle of Baghdad IP: *.sympatico.ca 06.04.03, 02:18

The Battle of Baghdad
'Ever so slowly, the suburbs were turned into battlefields'
By Robert Fisk
06 April 2003

The Iraqi bodies were piled high in the pick-up truck in front of me, army
boots hanging over the tailboard, a soldier with a rifle sitting beside them.
Beside the highway, a squad of troops was stacking grenades as the ground
beneath us vibrated with the impact of US air strikes. The area was called
Qadisiya. It was Iraq's last front line. Thus did the Battle for Baghdad enter
its first hours, a conflict that promises to be both dirty and cruel

Beside the highway, the Iraqi armoured vehicle was still smouldering, a cloud
of blue-grey smoke rising above the plane trees under which its crew had been
sheltering. Two trucks were burnt out on the other side of the road. The
American Apache helicopters had left just a few minutes before I arrived. A
squad of soldiers, flat on their stomachs, were setting up an anti-armour
weapon on the weed-strewn pavement, aiming at the empty airport motorway for
the first American tanks to come thrashing down the highway.

Then there were the Iraqi bodies, piled high in the back of a pick-up truck in
front of me, army boots hanging over the tailboard, a soldier with an automatic
rifle sitting beside them. Beside the highway, a squad of troops was stacking
rocket-propelled grenades beside a row of empty shops as the ground beneath us
vibrated with the impact of American air strikes and shellfire. The area was
called Qadisiya. It was Iraq's last front line.

Thus did the Battle for Baghdad enter its first hours yesterday, a conflict
that promises to be both dirty and cruel. Even the city's police force was sent
to the front, its officers parading in a fleet of squad cars through the
central streets, waving their newly issued Kalashnikov rifles from the windows.

What is one to say of such frantic, impersonal – and, yes, courageous – chaos?
A truck crammed with more than a hundred Iraqi troops, many in blue uniforms,
all of them carrying rifles which gleamed in the morning sunlight, sped past me
towards the airport. A few made victory signs in the direction of my car – I
confess to touching 145km an hour on the speedometer – but of course one had to
ask what their hearts were telling them. "Up the line to death" was the phrase
that came to mind. Two miles away, at the Yarmouk hospital, the surgeons stood
in the car park in blood-stained overalls; they had already handled their first
intake of military casualties.

A few hours later, an Iraqi minister was to tell the world that the Republican
Guard had just retaken the airport from the Americans, that they were under
fire but had won "a great victory". Around Qadisiya, however, it didn't look
that way. Tank crews were gunning their T-72s down the highway past the main
Baghdad railway yards in a convoy of armoured personnel carriers and Jeeps and
clouds of thick blue exhaust fumes. The more modern T-82s, the last of the
Soviet-made fleet of battle tanks, sat hull down around Jordan Square with a
clutch of BMP armoured vehicles.

The Americans were coming. The Americans were claiming to be in the inner
suburbs of Baghdad – which was untrue; indeed, the story was designed, I'm
sure, to provoke panic and vulnerability among the Iraqis.

True or false, the stories failed. Across vast fields of sand and dirt and palm
groves, I saw batteries of Sam-6 anti-aircraft missiles and multiple Katyusha
rocket launchers awaiting the American advance. The soldiers around them looked
relaxed, some smoking cigarettes in the shade of the palm trees or sipping
fruit juice brought to them by the residents of Qadisiya whose homes – heaven
help them – were now in the firing line.

But then there was the white-painted Japanese pick-up truck that pulled out in
front of my car. At first, I thought the soldiers on the back were sleeping,
covered in blankets to keep them warm. Yet I had opened my car window to keep
cool this early summer morning and I realised that all the soldiers – there
must have been 15 of them in the little truck – were lying on top of each
other, all with their heavy black military boots dangling over the tailboard.
The two soldiers on the vehicles sat with their feet wedged between the
corpses. So did America's first victims of the day go to their eternal rest.

"Today, we attack," the Minister of Information, Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf, was
to announced an hour later, and he reeled off a list of Iraqi "victories" to
sustain his country's morale. Seven British and American tanks destroyed around
Basra, four American personnel carriers and an American aircraft destroyed near
Baghdad. At the airport, the Iraqis "confronted the enemy and slaughtered
them". Or so we were told.

Well, an Iraqi friend of mine who lives near the airport told me that he had
seen a tank on fire, a tank with a black "V" sign painted on its armour.
The "V" is the American symbol of "friendly force", intended to warn their
pilots from bombing their own soldiers by mistake. So this must have been an
American tank.

But Mr Sahaf's optimism got the better of him. Yes, he told journalists in
Baghdad, Doura was safe, Qadisiya was safe. Yarmouk was safe. "Go and look for
yourselves," he challenged. Ministry of Information officials were ashen-faced.
And when foreign correspondents were bussed off on this over-confident
adventure, they were turned back at the Yarmouk hospital and the ministry buses
firmly ordered to carry reporters back to their hotel.

But an earlier 35-minute journey around the shell-embraced suburbs proved one
thing yesterday: that the Iraqis – up till dusk at least – were preparing to
fight the invaders. I found their 155mm artillery around the centre of the
city, close to the rail lines. One artillery piece was even hauled up Abu Nawas
Street beside the Tigris by a truck whose soldiers held up their rifles and
shouted their support for Saddam Hussein.

And all day, the air raids continued. It gets confusing, amid the dust and
smoke, all these new targets and new pockets of ruination. Was the grey-
powdered rubble in Karada a building yesterday, or was it struck last week? The
central telephone exchange had taken another hit. So had the communications
centre in Yarmouk. And then I noticed, along the front line where the Iraqi
soldiers were preparing to become heroes or "martyrs" or survivors – the last
an infinitely preferable outcome to the sanest of soldiers – how small craters
had been punched into the flowerbeds on the central reservations.

Ever so slowly, the suburbs of Baghdad were being turned into battlefields.

news.independent.co.uk/world/middle_east/story.jsp?story=394486
- Gość: Jadzia Propaganda!!! IP: *.poznan.sdi.tpnet.pl 06.04.03, 10:47
  
  Kłamstwo!!! To pewnie Rumsfeld napisał!!!!
  - Gość: G.W. Bush Jadzienko, Ty tez sie trzymaj i nie puszczaj sie. IP: *.rasserver.net 06.04.03, 11:01
    - Gość: Jadzia Re: Jadzienko, Ty tez sie trzymaj i nie puszczaj IP: *.poznan.sdi.tpnet.pl 06.04.03, 11:05
      
      Jesteś idealnym tworem imperialistycznej propagandy!!!!!!!!!!!
      - Gość: G.W. Bush Dziekuje za uznanie Jadzienko. Pozdrowionka. IP: *.rasserver.net 06.04.03, 11:09
        
        Gość: Jadzia Prosze bardzo!!! IP: *.poznan.sdi.tpnet.pl 06.04.03, 11:11
        
        Gość: G.W. Bush Jadzienko, pisz dalej. Do zobaczenia w konsulacie. IP: *.rasserver.net 06.04.03, 11:57
        
        Gość: !!! Re: dobrzy amerykanie IP: 195.152.54.* 06.04.03, 12:15
        
        www.arabnews.com/Article.asp?ID=24644

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