The April Offensive: Tet Becomes the Elections Offensive
06 Apr 2004 18:43 GMT
In 1968 the Vietnamese launched the Tet Offensive. 36 years later the Irqis launch their Tet and Bush soils his pants. The whole world seems to rotate around the US election cycle.We need a name to honor this great event - this turning point - this testament to resistance and noble sacrifice.
Bush's Tet Offensive Begins - This is Life and Resistance
For all US soliders contemp-lating desertion or more - for all those who want out of GW Bush's madness - We have a Plan:
On the night of 31st January 1968, 70,000 North Vietnamese soldiers launched the Tet offensive - it proved to be one of the greatest campaigns in military history.
by Steve Forrest
Vietcong guerrilla fighters violated the temporary truce they had pledged to observe around the lunar new year celebrations, and surged into more than one hundred towns and cities, including Saigon.
Shifting the war for the first time from its rural base into the new arena of South Vietnam's supposedly impregnable urban areas, it was a campaign of 'enormous breadth, speed and scope.' It shook US imperialism to its roots and had a dramatic and lasting effect on US public opinion.
It was a campaign that had been in preparation since a study carried out by General Giap in September 1967 had concluded that the war had reached a 'stalemate' situation and that something needed to be done. Out of this report arose the plans for the Tet offensive. Vietcong leaders had carried out a vigorous propaganda campaign in order to prepare their forces. Ho Chi Minh urged the troops on to 'ever greater feats of battle' in 1968.
Giap had set the campaign's minimum and maximum objectives. As a mimimum the Tet outbreak would force the halting of the ariel bpombardment of North Vietnam and force the Americans into negotiations. As a maximum the offensive could drive the Americans out of Vietnam all together opening up the path to liberation and unification.
In 1968 the Vietnamese launched the Tet Offensive. 36 years later the Iraqis launch their Tet and Bush soils his pants. The whole world seems to rotate around the US election cycle.We need a name to honor this great event - this turning point - this testament to resistance and noble sacrifice.
Also for a spectacular and nicely disturbing insight to Iraqi undercover infiltration of the US Army - one year ago - in An-Nasiriyah see:
March 23, 2003
The battle of An-Nasiriyah
We arrived at Nasiriyah at roughly the same time that the Americans arrived. We came in from the north, while they came in from the south. We slipped into the town shortly before the Americans started to encircle it, and contacted the guard that were in control the city. We were given rations, electricity to recharge batteries, clean clothes, and ear plugs and a bed in a bunker.
When I woke up, it was pitch dark, and there was the muffled booming from above that indicated that we were being attacked. I groped around, found a torch, and switched it on. The bunker was completely empty. I dressed up, grabbed my gear walked up the stairs. As I walked, my boots stuck to the ground - I shone my torchlight downwards, and saw that the ground was splotched with blood.
I came out of the bunker, and the building over the bunker was a burnt out shell. A soldier gestured from across the road. I ducked and ran across the road and joined the other soliders, who were aiming their rifles up the road. On inquiry, I learnt that the Americans had tried to enter the town, and had bombed a number of buildings. The building above the bunker had caught fire, and they had forgotten all about me. I was not pleased to hear that, but hey, they had things on their minds.
I started radioing my team, and 10 minutes later, we were gathered together in a trench, and formulating a plan. Our mission was not in Nasiriyah, but further on down. We had to get to the Americans at Basrah. The problem now was that Americans were surrounding our town, and with their helicopters, it would be difficult to get out of the town with vehicles. They were bombing everything mechanised that moved. So we made a plan.
We told the Iraqis to gradually cease fire, making it seem like the resistance was dying down. We placed a number of troops in two buildings, and told them to keep firing steadily. Pretty soon, as we expected, the Americans blew up both buildings. Our 'resistance had been crushed'. 2 hours later, American tanks and armoured carrriers rolled into the town, with troops running behind them.
When they were in the middle of the town, we sent two guards to surrender to them. They approached, and as the Americans reached to disarm them, the guard shot the commander. Immediately, all the americans focused on them, and literarily gunned them to shreds. Brave matyrs, those men were.
Immediately their attention was diverted, we ran towards them with grenades, and threw them below the tanks and personel carriers. From above, the guards opened machine gun fire, and threw molotov cocktails. The American troops ran and died, and lost about 30 of their vehicles in the town. As they ran, we pulled together the Iraqi army, and fought them back out of the town. They called for backup and the copters that were hovering came to the south suburb of the town, leaving the east relatively unprotected. My crew picked up a couple of jeeps, and an American humvee, and drove out at high speed, exchanging fire with the occaional company, but easily making it out.
We drove about 20 kilometers east, then started driving back southwards, passing through small Iraqi towns. The townspeople came to wave at us, the men who would sacrifice them to save them from the aggressors who wish to invade and occupy Iraq and steal its wealth.
-- Apart from this watch, I was standard American. I don’t usually use an American accent, but I can adopt a bronx accent when I want. My face, my name and my voice had become American. In my Humvee, I would not have any trouble infiltrating the troops on the other side of the river. Or so I thought.