“The Good Soldiers” – tales of our war in Iraq

Summary: After 18 years of war, too many Americans have forgotten its cost. Not just the vast fortunes fruitlessly burned and the hundreds of thousands of casualties (those of the US, its allies, and civilians), but also the damage on the veterans who returned home. Here Martin van Creveld looks at one of the books about the men who have fought our mad wars since 9/11.

Humvee on patrol
US DoD photo.

It Is All There

By Martin van Creveld. From his website, 21 November 2019.
Posted with his generous permission. Links added.

Once in a while, one comes across a book that covers war as it really is. One such is the Iliad, which I first read when I was twelve years old and have re-read countless times since. Another was The Forgotten Soldier by Guy Mouminoux, aka Guy Sayer, the sixteen-year old Franco-German youth who joined the Wehrmacht back in 1942 and fought in its ranks right down to the end. I can think of a few others as good; the latest of which is The Good Soldiers by David Finkel.

Perhaps surprisingly, Finkel is not a soldier but a journalist. However, he spent seven months “embedded” in battalion 2-16, U.S Army, as it tried to clean up a part of Baghdad. Enough, judging by the contents of his work, for him to learn all he needed to know. An impressive achievement in itself, that.

The terrain.

A vast city, parts of it in ruins and almost all of it extremely dilapidated. Essential services such as water, waste and sewage disposal, fuel, and electricity, are provided, if at all, only intermittently. As a result, the city is literally drowning in shit; the smell, mixed with that of dust, is everywhere.

A functioning police force, one capable of holding the countless criminal bands that sprung up following the collapse of government in check, is nowhere to be seen. To the extent that such a force exists at all, it is practically indistinguishable from the bands in question.

The Forgotten Soldier
Available at Amazon.

The soldiers.

The troops number about eight hundred. Average age, nineteen. Ten to twenty percent of the men – there are no women among them – have minor criminal records. Many have no high school diploma; either way, they do not meet the army’s normal standards for admission. But this being the summer of 2007, four years after the beginning of the war in Iraq and in the middle of the so-called “surge” that is feeding additional cannon fodder into the cauldron, they are the best the army can get.

The men are well trained and, on the whole, willing enough. They grumble, often with very good reason; however, throughout the fifteen months of their deployment in Iraq there are few if any reports of desertion. After all, not knowing the language and surrounded by enemies whom they cannot distinguish from the civilian population, where would they go? Let alone of outright disobedience and fragging of the kind that was said to have been quite commonplace in Vietnam.

The leader.

A forty-two year old lieutenant colonel, Ralph Kauzlarich, is in charge. He is an experienced officer and an excellent commander who, before being sent to Iraq, had never had a soldier under his direct command lose his life.

Personally he is a born optimist whose motto, repeated at least once every day, is “it’s all good.” He really believes that, if only he and his men can kill or capture enough terrorists, they can make a difference and launch the population on the way to a better life. To this end, he also oversees the rebuilding of a school, the launching of an illiteracy eradication program, and quite a number of similar civilian projects. He even takes the trouble to learn a little Arabic.

A born leader, he seems to have retained his men’s confidence right to the end – a great achievement in itself, that, regardless of anything else.

The Good Soldiers
Available at Amazon.

The operations.

The daily routine, consisting mostly of motorized excursions into the streets. A convoy of Humvees, the troops armed to the teeth and wearing every kind of protective device. Including, in some cases, good luck charms. A convoy drives along, On occasion, it may be escorted by an attack helicopter or two hovering not far away, ready to respond to any call with a boom so loud as to make it sound as if the end of the world has come.

The objective of the excursions? To follow up intelligence, much of it useless or misleading, concerning the whereabouts of terrorists, or insurgents, or extremists, or whatever they may be called. To maintain contact between headquarters and outlying posts in various parts of the city. Simply to display presence and impress the population as well as, hopefully, any terrorists who may be watching.

The casualties.

The dead and the wounded were mostly killed by IEDs buried in roadside rubble and trash, and activated by either by radio or by means of an electric cable linked to a trigger somewhere in the neighborhood. An IED costing perhaps $ 100 to build can easily wreck a Humvee costing $150,000 (these, nota bene, are pre-2009 dollars, worth about 25% more than their 2019 successors). Some of the dead are killed instantly as the vehicles in which they rode are blown to smithereens by opponents they never saw. Some of the wounded are lucky enough to suffer only slight injuries, e.g. having one’s lip grazed by a bullet. Others, though, suffer horribly until they finally die in some hospital.

Of those who stay alive many have lost arms, legs, noses, eyes, ears, genitals, what have you. Others, having suffered grievous damage to their internal organs, will spend the rest of their lives, if that is the correct term, drifting into and out of consciousness while drugged and hooked up to all kinds of machines.

For those who remain more or less intact, the mental effects of all this. Nightmares and/or sleeplessness. Bedwetting. Dejection. Apathy. A fearfulness that takes hold and can last for a long time after the soldier in question is back home. Here and there, a tendency towards quarrelsomeness. Perhaps most important of all, a sense of alienation; I am no longer of this world, and no one can really understand me,

The relatives.

Ordinary people, none of them apparently either wealthy or very poor, who have lost a son or a husband. On the whole, they seem to take it courageously; or perhaps it is the fact that Finkel does not follow them at any length (one cannot do everything in a single book, after all) that creates that impression. Since most of the wounded are very young, the wives of those of them who are married tend to be the same. At least one is not even twenty years old. She reminds one of the characters in a 1950s-vintage “love comic.” How hilarious. And how sad.

The system.

A bureaucratic system that judges men partly by their ability to wear shoes of the exact right color and to exactly remember the four-digit number of the form used to make this or that report. The chapter describing the way some of the men, hoping for a promotion, prepared for an exam and what the exam itself looks like is perhaps the funniest in the book. Or rather: it would have been funny if the process had not been so utterly idiotic and utterly unfair to the enlisted personnel who go through it.

The rest of the cast.

A commander in chief, George Bush. Ensconced in the White House, or else visiting some foreign country, he keeps mouthing platitudes about kicking ass and the progress his troops are making in doing so. Is that because, isolated from reality by a sycophantic staff in- and out of uniform, he has not a clue about what he has let his troops in for? Or because he must keep up appearances? At all costs?

A theater commander, General David Petraeus, who does know what he is talking about. However, by this stage in his career he has metamorphosed from a fighting soldier into something very different that is hard even to define. Why? Because he must please his masters. Meaning, his commander in chief, Congress, the media, and public opinion at large. To each and every one of them, he must pretend that, though the road ahead is long, arduous and not without sacrifice, the surge is on track and final victory, assured. Any doubts he may have on that account must remain well-hidden; or else, spreading from the top down, they may well wreck whatever chance of victory still exists.

Civilian visitors, most of them politicians, or representatives of the media, or entertainers. They come by air, corkscrew their way to the nearest airfield that is deemed more or less safe, spend a few hours or a couple of days doing whatever it is that they are there to do, and corkscrew out again.

Baghdad’s hapless population – men, women and children – who are desperately trying to survive amidst all the death and destruction raining down on them from all sides.

It is all there.


Martin van Creveld

About the Author

Martin van Creveld is Professor Emeritus of History at Hebrew University of Jerusalem, and one of the world’s most renowned experts on military history and strategy. See his Wikipedia entry.

The central role of Professor van Creveld in the development of theory about modern war is difficult to exaggerate. He has written 24 books about almost every significant aspect of war. See links to his articles at The Essential 4GW reading list: Martin van Creveld.

OF more general interest are his books about western culture: Men, Women & War: Do Women Belong in the Front Line?, The Privileged Sex, and Pussycats: Why the Rest Keeps Beating the West.

To better understand our future, see his magnum opus – the dense but mind-opening The Rise and Decline of the State – describes the political order unfolding before our eyes.

His latest book is Hitler in Hell, a mind-blowing memoir “by” one of the most remarkable men of 20th century.

For More Information

Ideas! For shopping ideas see my recommended books and films at Amazon.

See Chapter One of a story about veterans of a future war: “Ultra Violence: Tales from Venus.

An example of the early research warning that we had a problem: “Prevalence of Mental Health Problems and Functional Impairment Among Active Component and National Guard Soldiers 3 and 12 Months Following Combat in Iraq“ by Jeffrey L. Thomas et al. in the Archives of General Psychiatry, June 2010. We ignored it.

If you liked this post, like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. Also see all posts about veterans, and especially these posts …

  1. Is post-traumatic stress disorder more common now than in past wars?
  2. A Veteran’s Day warm-up: broken soldiers are treated like garbage.
  3. Lessons paid for in blood but ignored.
  4. A reminder that we pay for our wars in money and blood.
  5. Ways to make Veterans Day more meaningful.

Books about PTSD

I have not read these. They look authoritative and interesting. Please post reviews and other book recommendations in the comments.

Treating PTSD in Military Personnel, Second Edition: A Clinical Handbook, edited by Bret A. Moore and Walter E. Penk (2019).

Fields of Combat: Understanding PTSD among Veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan by Erin P. Finley, an Asst Prof of Medicine and Psychiatry at the University of Texas Health Science Center – San Antonio. She is also a Research Investigator in the Veterans Evidence-Based Research Dissemination and Implementation Center (VERDICT) at the South Texas Veterans Health Care System. Bio here.

Treating PTSD in Military Personnel: A Clinical Handbook
Available at Amazon.
Fields of Combat: Understanding PTSD among Veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan
Available at Amazon.

7 thoughts on ““The Good Soldiers” – tales of our war in Iraq”

  1. This is horrifying. Every frothing war hawk in the United States should be forced to live in These same conditions. Of course, no one cares, because we are the dead. Orwell was prescient.

    Here’s something that’s going around about Australia. I think it’s propaganda cause I followed the links, but was wondering what your take on it is.
    The article relies on activist reporting, for what it’s worth.

    1. Isaac,

      Don’t know if it is true. But habitat destruction is pushing many species to the brink. It is, of course, irrelevant to the Left’s obsession with climate change – and so gets relatively little attention.

      Call me cynical, but I suspect that is because Climate Change offers the Left greater political power.

  2. I never served in the US military solely because of medical problems (at the age of 18 I’d have been lucky to do a 5k run without being delivered immediately to the hospital via ambulance) but I’ve followed military affairs my entire life and I was generally aware of everything the author wrote when it occurred.

    The average US citizen is not nearly as isolated from the War on Terror as most authors believe. The reason the citizens are not aware of this godawful mess is willful ignorance. They desperately want to believe that our leaders care about the troops and would not send them into something this bad without a chance of winning the war. In 2007 I already knew better but could not make myself heard.

    The key thing the author does that I could not possibly have done is to show the public the individual soldiers, what they faced, and how they dealt with defeat in a 4G war. I’m tempted to blame the unit commander but he doesn’t deserve it. His leaders had betrayed him by putting him into such a lethal booby-trap and he did the best he could once he was there. But the best he could do was just get his troops killed or injured in new ways, such is 4G warfare waged by the inept.

    Sadly I will not be able to purchase this book; reading it would hurt too damned much and I don’t have enough shelf space to buy books I can’t read.

    The fact that yesterday Mike Pence secretly flew into Iraq for a troop meet-and-greet (carefully orchestrated) and to show support for the Kurds in Erbil (from over a hundred miles away) and flew out again in 3 hours does NOT decrease my rage at the fact that we are STILL making the same (expletives deleted) STUPID MISTAKES twelve years later.

    The fact that both political parties have chosen to spend blood, hope, and huge stacks of money in this way (the Democrats even more cynically than the Republicans) does NOT reduce my rage in any way. The fact that my local political party gets upset when I bring up the topic in meetings (“stay on the agenda”, “sorry, such a controversial topic can’t be added to the agenda”, “it doesn’t support party unity!”) leads to high blood pressure at best.

    The more I think about it, the more I realize that we are already at least a decade (probably more) into the crazy years predicted by Robert Heinlein and that we are at an inflection point. Unfortunately, while I believe things will change profoundly in the US in the next 5-10 years, I am not at all sure that they will get better.

    This article is one of the reasons I read Fabius Maximus every day and constantly recommend it to people who still have the mental flexibility to understand what we are doing to ourselves.

    P.S. – The book’s title is “The Good Soldiers”, not “The Good Soldier.”

    1. Pluto,

      “The average US citizen is not nearly as isolated from the War on Terror as most authors believe.”

      Perhaps it depends on your social circle. I lived in the San Francisco area. I’d talk to people about our visits to the local Vet hospital and the programs of the large local chapter of the Blue Star moms. I’d mention the many opportunities to donate or volunteer.

      People would usually look at me like I was talking pig Latin, or discussing geology about the dark side of the moon. Eager to change the subject.

      The higher the economic status of the person, the less likely they were to have anyone close to them in the military – or even know a vet.

      Oddly, that wasn’t true of the Boy Scout troop I was in, and ran for 7 years. A dozen of our Scouts joined one of the services (most in one of the service academies). Many of the male leaders were vets (or in the Reserve). Our troop shattered performance records for the Council. Perhaps cause and effect.

      1. Agreed Larry, basically agree on your theme. A few additional comments:

        Pluto: “The average US citizen is not nearly as isolated from the War on Terror as most authors believe.”

        Larry: “People would usually look at me like I was talking pig Latin”

        Pluto: ” The reason the citizens are not aware of this godawful mess is willful ignorance.”

        Larry: “Oddly, that wasn’t true of the Boy Scout troop I was in…”

        I completely agree, I encouraged quite a few boys to go into the military (7 did to the best of my knowledge) during my 11 years of Scout leadership. Although I will note that most of the Scouts in my area came closer to fitting the demographic described by the author of the book; lower education, blue-collar background, most very unlikely to go to college.

        Our Troop retention rate and Eagle Scouts percentage were always high but didn’t shatter any records. Congratulations on doing so well, Larry.

        I greatly enjoyed my Scouting experience (both as an Eagle Scout and as a leader) but the predictably worst annual experience I had to endure during my tenure were the recruiting drives at the local schools. The kids were great and the teachers were okay for the most part (boys in the Scouts tended to cause fewer problems with a few notable exceptions) but some of the PARENTS, my god…

        SO many parents explained that they didn’t have time to have their boys in Scouting. Some had the good excuse of sports but a lot of them just didn’t want to commit to raising their children.

        I met quite a number of those parents years later, looking baffled, and trying to figure out why their older teens were making their lives so hard. All I could say was “you didn’t get it then and you don’t get it now.”

        The usual responses were “What?!” or “I was BUSY!”

  3. Best regards from Switzerland. A few quotes :

    (1) From Smedley D. Butler’s War is a Racket. He was one of America’s most decorated soldiers. Quotes from Goodreads.

    “I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested.

    Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.”

    (2) Quotes from The Beast of War (1988) – An American film about a Soviet tank in the Afghanistan War.

    Koverchenko : Well, sir, the roadwheel’s cracked. Kaminski drank our brakes. We’re low on petrol. The battery’s low. We’re losing oil. If the engine heats up it’s gonna seize. The terrain, obviously against us. We have no rations. The Mujas behind us don’t seem to run on rations, petrol, or anything we know of. And they have an RPG. Their aim is getting better. Sir.

    Samad : It is called “Pashtunwali”. It’s the code of honor.

    Koverchenko : Pashtunwali?

    Samad : Three obligations. First, “Melmastia”, hospitality. Second, “Badal”, revenge. Third, “Nanawateh”, the obligation to give sanctuary to all those who ask.

    Koverchenko : To all?

    Samad : All.

    Koverchenko : Even the enemy?

    Samad : All.

    Koverchenko : What if I kill your brother and you came for Badal, revenge? And I ask for Nanawateh?

    Samad : Then I would be obligated to feed, clothe and protect you.

    Koverchenko : That’s incredibly civilized.

    Koverchenko : [to Daskal] Sorry, sir. Not much of a war. No Stalingrad. How is it that we’re the Nazis this time? How is it? I tried to be a good soldier. But you can’t be a good soldier in a rotten war, sir. Now I want you to live to see them win. Go. [shouts] I said go!

    1. Tom,

      “You can’t be a good soldier in a rotten war.” {From the The Beast.}

      Like so much Hollywood wisdom, that makes no sense whatsoever. The virtues of soldiers are irrelevant to the moral rightness of the conflict. The “Laws of War” must be obeyed, winning battles is better than losing, loyalty to your comrades is essential.

      The screenwriter, William Mastrosimone, does not appear to have served in the military – let alone experienced combat. Or researched it, or thought much about it, or consulted those who have. I suggest that he is an unreliable source of insight about war.

      This is the exact opposite of The Good Soldiers.

      Butler’s analysis, on the other hand, reflects his hard-won experience – much like that in The Good Soldiers, but looking at this from a broader perspective than Finkle’s on-the-ground narrative.

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