The Command Post
Iraq
April 09, 2003
A hard rain's a-gonna fall

Here's a little commentary on the Iraq war, via Bob Dylan's famous song A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

Iraqi TV claims that a pregnant woman was the suicide bomber driving the car that exploded near a coalition checkpoint in western Iraq, killing three coalition soldiers and injuring two soldiers. - Israeli source via Command Post

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,

CNN Correspondent Walter Rodgers is reporting that Coalition Forces are now indicating that all major highways into and out of Baghdad are now under Coalition control. - CNN via the Command Post

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',

BASRA, Iraq (AP) -- Iraqis showed journalists a white stone jail where they claim Saddam Hussein's secret police for decades tortured inmates with beatings, mutilations, electric shocks and chemical baths.

The jail, known as the "White Lion," was charred and half-demolished Tuesday after two days of bombing by British forces fighting for control of Basra, Iraq's second-largest city. - Associated Press

I saw a white ladder all covered with water,

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,

"They used to strap a leather cord around our head, hands and shoulders and hoist us two feet off the ground. Then they would beat us as we hung there," Hamed said.

"They did unthinkable things -- electrocution, immersion in a bath of chemicals and ripping off people's finger and toenails." - Associated Press


I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,

Suddenly, two boys no older than 10 darted from an alley. "I got my gun up. I had my sights on" the RPG said Boggs, who was armed with a machine gun that spits out 600 rounds a minute.

"I didn't shoot. I didn't shoot," Boggs said.

Then the child reached down and grabbed the RPG.

"That's when I took him out," Boggs said. "I laid down quite a few bursts."

When the smoke cleared, both small boys lay in the street, clearly dead.

During the rest of the fight, Boggs said he was too busy to think about it.

"Anybody that can shoot a little kid and not have a problem with it, there is something wrong with them," he said, taking a drag off a cigarette. - USA Today

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',

Jarret:What did JDAM feel like?

Kelly:It was like thunder since it was miles away. Distinctive signature.. JDAMs sound different... good thing they are allied forces - Fox embed Greg Kelly via Command Post

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',

Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',

To call all this a chamber of horrors is a cliche - and this place is beyond cliche. The hundreds or thousands that died here and were given no trial, no voice, cry out.

On the ground I found a book called the Psychology of Interrogation, as if the men who worked here needed a handbook. - The BBC

Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',

"We have nothing," said Saeed, a young man from the nearby town of Zubayr. He was trying to salvage scrap from a car that was little more that a charred skeleton. "No water, no food, no electricity, nothing." - St. Petersburg Times

"Hundreds of kids were swarming us and kissing us," Padilla said.
"There were parents running up, so happy to have their kids back." - Spacewar.com

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,

Sky had Iraqi analyst Hamid Ali Alikfay in the studio and he did free translation of what this man was yelling.

"Saddam has killed millions of us....this is the day we have been waiting for. We are Iraqis, but we are with the United States. We are Americans." - Sky News via the Command Post

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,

I met a white man who walked a black dog,

I met a young woman whose body was burning,

Pfc. Lori Piestewa of Tuba City has been listed as one of the eight dead soldiers found during the rescue of an American POW in Iraq this week.

The eight soldiers were with Pfc. Jessica Lynch when their unit, the 507th Maintenance Company, was ambushed near Nasiriyah on March 23. - Az. Daily Sun

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,

The children, who were wearing threadbare clothes and looked under-nourished, walked on the streets crossing their hands as if to mimic handcuffs, before giving the thumbs up sign and shouting their thanks.- spacewar.com

I met one man who was wounded in love,

Khuder al-Emiri, with beard, a translator for the Marines, returned to his hometown, Qalat Sukkar, on Monday and found his son, Ali, who was just a boy when Mr. Emiri fled in 1991. Villagers welcomed him as a returning hero. - NY Times

I met another man who was wounded with hatred,

Pentagon officials complained bitterly Monday about what they called "deadly deceptions" by Iraqi troops pretending to surrender to U.S. forces and then firing on the Americans. - Wash. Post via Command Post

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,

As Marines moved through eastern Baghdad Tuesday, it was not just the combat that captured their attention. Sometimes it was the grinding poverty they saw around them. Sometimes it was the trash and filth. Sometimes it was the fact that every body of water seemed polluted.

"Twenty-two days without a shower and this place smells worse than I do," said Cpl. Casey Mitchell, a reservist who works for the Sheriff's Department back home in Lucedale, Miss.

Marines first crossed the Diyala River Monday. The neighborhoods east of the river were semi-rural, while west of the river, neighborhoods began as adobe slums, where water buffalo, chickens and people shared the same quarters, and continued to become stucco and concrete homes near Highway 5. - Knight-Ridder

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,

Mustard gas and cyanide have been found in river water in the Iraqi city of Nasiriya, coalition forces said yesterday. The poisonous substances are believed to have been dumped in the Euphrates either by Iraqi soldiers fleeing from U.S. troops or by local factories that produced weapons of mass destruction. Canada.com

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,

MARINE COMBAT HEADQUARTERS, Central Iraq ? U.S. Marines raiding an Iraqi military prison in Baghdad found bloodstained uniforms belonging to at least two American prisoners-of-war, officers here said Tuesday. - USA Today

Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,

Human Rights Watch said Iraqi soldiers who have deserted to Kurdish forces in the north told its representatives that the Iraqi military executed 10 deserters on March 26 and has organized execution squads to prevent others from leaving their posts. - Reuters

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,

NASIRIYAH, Iraq - A thirsty Iraqi mimed drinking from a bottle. A U.S. Marine shook his canteen to show it was empty.

Many Iraqis at a key crossroads in this southern city greet Marines with a thumbs-up - meaning thanks for coming - followed by an outstretched hand begging for food or water. - The Washington Post

Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Posted By bryan at April 9, 2003 11:00 AM | TrackBack
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Very nice, and speaking of Bobby, it seems that the Ba'ath Party's ship done come in:

When The Ship Comes In

Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'.
Like the stillness in the wind
'Fore the hurricane begins,
The hour when the ship comes in.

Oh the seas will split
And the ships will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.
Then the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be a-breaking.

Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be a-smiling.
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand,
The hour that the ship comes in.

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken.
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.

A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck,
The hour that the ship comes in.

Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'.
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'.

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'.
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And they'll know that it's for real,
The hour when the ship comes in.

Then they'll raise their hands,
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands,
But we'll shout from the bow your days
are numbered.
And like Pharaoh's tribe,
They'll be drownded in the tide,
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.


Posted by: Der Blaue Engel at April 9, 2003 07:37 PM

The same creators of the iraqiinformationminister.com have created ParodyTimes.com a satirical online newspaper features news and event from a world remarkably similar to our own.
Don't miss the articles and pitures of the iraqi minister of information, George W Bush, Tony Blair etc

http://www.parodytimes.com

Posted by: Juan at May 6, 2003 11:26 AM
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