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Back in Harm’s Way |
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By
Col. Ralph Wetterhahn, USAF-Ret.
Summer 2004
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Baghdad
International Airport has seen more regal days. The name “Saddam”
next to the words “International Airport” has been torn from the
wall near the entrance, but the outline of the letters honoring the
former ruler of Iraq remains visible, as if to signify that his
legacy will be difficult to erase.
I had been dropped off from downtown Baghdad minutes earlier by my
security detail to meet John Harmsen, a security coordinator for
Kellogg, Brown & Root (KBR) Co., a subsidiary of Halliburton, a
company much in the news lately. I came to Iraq to determine why so
many American veterans like Harmsen are working—and risking their
lives—here. Hundreds of companies employing thousands of workers are
helping to rebuild Iraq. KBR alone has more than 10,000 employees
supporting operations in the Middle East, and according to company
officials, about one-third of them are military veterans.
Civilians under contract have been working alongside our military
for more than two centuries. Gen. George Washington used contractors
to supply rations and equipment to the Continental Army during the
Revolutionary War. What brings them in such great numbers into
harm’s way? Is it the money? The adventure? Patriotism? My goal was
to find the answer.
Certainly, money is a factor—according to a KBR spokesperson, when
you figure in overtime from 84-plus hour workweeks, along with
hazard and separation pay, KBR employees can expect to make two or
three times the standard salary for similar jobs in the United
States. But for many, the payoffs appear to extend far beyond their
wallets.
On the Move
As I wait for
Harmsen, the events of the past year run through my mind. We’ve all
seen the nonstop reports on the cable news channels, but here
history is being made up close and personal. To our left, a dhl
Airbus a-300 sits on the tarmac awaiting repairs, a canvas sheet
hanging from its left wing. The plane had been on its departure
climb when an sa-7 missile, fired from the ground, struck the left
engine and exploded. Fortunately the fire was contained, and the
plane landed safely. Not so fortunate was the crew of a U.S. Army
oh-53 Kiowa helicopter that crashed into the Tigris River last
night—three crewmembers still were missing. Today, a Blackhawk
helicopter s-turns along the river, ready to swoop in should another
missile be fired at an arriving or departing aircraft.
After a five-minute wait, an SUV with Harmsen at the wheel swings
into the parking lot. “Just got a call,” Harmsen tells me and the
public affairs escort who has accompanied me on this trip. “We’ve
had an incident. Have to go to the JOC [Joint Operations Center] and
look into it.” Our options at that point are to hop in and try to do
the interview en route to the JOC or cancel. We climb aboard.
Harmsen retired in 2000 as a master sergeant in the U.S. Army
Special Forces. At 49, he’s still Delta-Force tough and looks almost
10 years younger than his age. After the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist
attack he tried to reenlist. “They wouldn’t let me—too old,” Harmsen
says, looking me in the eye; in a voice that places no blame he
adds, “Broke my back twice [parachute] jumping.” He thought KBR
offered the closest thing available to being back in the military,
so he signed on for a standard one-year contract, “trying to help
out.”
Harmsen served in Iraq back in 1991. “The thought that bothers me
the most is that [because] we didn’t have the intestinal fortitude
to finish the job, now my kids and grandkids have to come back
here.” In fact, his 25-year-old son, John Jr., is a uh-60 Blackhawk
pilot who since June has been flying up north over the dangerous
Sunni Triangle, Saddam Hussein’s former stronghold. His daughter
Kara, now stationed in the Air Force in Korea, has pulled duty in
Kuwait.
Harmsen arrived in Iraq April 24, 2003, when the country still was
smoking from the U.S. invasion. One of his many jobs is to ensure
that mail gets to the troops. He keeps tabs on drivers, semi
tractor-trailers, and shipping containers, all headed up-country
with support items that come in to the terminal by air. Since his
arrival, KBR vehicles have delivered 150,000 bags of mail, the
equivalent of one full sack of letters for each soldier in Iraq.
We finally reach the JOC, where Harmsen pulls the vehicle to a stop
and heads inside. Ten minutes later he reappears. “One of our fuel
convoys ran into fog, [and a couple vehicles] collided and
exploded,” he says. “Don’t know about casualties. The fire is too
intense to approach.”
We drive to the vehicle maintenance lot. Harmsen checks on a
subcontractor employee working on a truck engine and then examines a
chassis that had been damaged in a collision. He spends his days on
the move, with cell phone to his ear, or in his small office
cranking out administrative e-mail messages. Long after sunset,
Harmsen returns to his trailer in the guarded compound on the
airport grounds where he tries to get a few hours sleep. He has no
VCR, no tv, no radio. “I could if I wanted those things,” Harmsen
says, “but I have no time for them.”
The interview over, my escort and I rejoin our security detail for
the 25-minute drive back into downtown Baghdad for more interviews.
Although I made a similar trip when I first arrived, when you’re
traveling in Iraq, very little is routine (see
A Passage to Baghdad, page 19)
Making Progress
Entering the city,
I pass Assassin’s Gate, an entry into the Coalition Provisional
Authority (cpa) headquarters, a Green Zone under tight U.S. control
in the former Presidential Palace complex. The gate is closed, a
sizeable crater still visible near its entrance. A week earlier, a
suicide bomber had detonated a truckload of explosives, killing
himself and 18 Iraqis. Twenty-eight civilians including six
Americans were injured.
The Presidential Palace now is home to U.S. Ambassador Paul Bremer,
the CPA, and the troops tasked with keeping order in the city.
Inside the palace’s cathedral-like rooms hang crystal chandeliers.
Spiral marble staircases and ornately decorated walls and ceilings
awe visitors at each turn. The CPA—which is designated by the United
Nations as Iraq’s temporary governing body until the country is
stable enough to assume its sovereignty — and the Army use every
square foot of space. Cots and bunk beds sit on marble floors. The
grand reception room has been turned into a giant mess hall.
Working in a building adjacent to the palace is the most senior
ranking military retiree in Iraq these days, Rear Adm. David Nash,
USN-Ret., who heads the CPA’s Project Management Office (PMO). Nash,
who reports to Bremer and Secretary of the Army Les Brownlee, has
been a critical player in rebuilding Iraq’s economy and
infrastructure.
Asked how the work in Iraq is going, Nash replies, “I always respond
to that question with this: Look at where we’ve come from.” Nash
recounts the progress that’s been made in rebuilding the country.
Iraq’s oil production has recovered almost to prewar levels.
Electricity and phone service have been restored. Fuel, food, and
water are getting to the population, and people are getting back to
work. “This is the largest reconstruction effort since World War
II,” Nash says.
When Iraq is compared to Afghanistan, he is upbeat about Iraq’s
potential for economic and political progress. “This country has
water and oil and the population is very well educated.” And while
it took many years for Europe to recover from its devastating war,
the CPA is set to begin dissolving this summer.
Even so, that doesn’t mean Iraq’s reconstruction will be swift. “The
PMO will remain in country long after the CPA has dissolved. There
will be infrastructure projects, which could take years to complete.
As for what we can expect when the CPA is dissolved, plans still are
being worked out, but the PMO will be working with whatever U.S.
entity is on the ground,” he explains.
Nash has become a target of disaffected members of the Baath Party,
the former ruling regime under Saddam Hussein, and the hotel where
he originally stayed has been attacked. “I am concerned [about
safety]. I’ve had to increase my security,” he says. That same
evening, as if to punctuate his point, a mortar round was fired into
the CPA compound. Fortunately, it landed near the helipad and didn’t
cause any serious damage.
Making a Difference
Among those working
in the palace grounds is former Marine Capt. Mike Westhead, who
secured his job as liaison officer for the U.S. Army Corps of
Engineers after attending an MOAA Career Fair. He says many military
veterans are idealists, prompting them to want to get involved.
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SIDEBAR:
A Passage to Baghdad |
Because of
the constant danger of attack, traveling in Iraq is full
of turns whether you’re journeying via air or land.
We fly from Kuwait into Baghdad. Due to the missile
threat, Heinrick, our Cessna Citation pilot, warns us to
be prepared for the “special approach.” His descent from
cruising altitude seems normal until we are at 14,000
feet within 10 miles of the airport. At that point,
Heinrick pulls the power back, puts out wing spoilers to
slow the aircraft even more, and then lowers the landing
gear and flaps. The nose of the Citation drops into a
25-degree dive. The rate of descent increases to 4,500
feet per minute. We begin a circling maneuver, dropping
like a skydiver in free flight. After half a spiral,
Heinrick levels the wings momentarily. I spot a
Blackhawk helicopter, below and to the right, perfectly
positioned to cover our tail. The chopper is our
wingman, I surmise, ready to pounce if any movement on
the ground threatens our progress. At about 1,000 feet
above terra firma, Heinrick brings the nose nearly level
and rolls out on centerline. Touchdown is smooth, and we
waste no time clearing the runway.
I expect the airport to be a shambles, but instead
discover a modern, functioning terminal, which has been
repaired and refurbished as part of a $17.5 million
contract from the U.S. Agency for International
Development to SkyLink. The company is rebuilding not
only the airport in Baghdad, but also those in Basra and
Mosul.
Our footsteps echo through the terminal as we head for
the exit. With the exception of the airport staff, the
waiting area is completely devoid of humanity. Outside
the arrival level, only one vehicle—bullet-riddled,
tires flattened, and minus its engine and
instrumentation—occupies a parking space in the
underground lot.
Led by Sean, our heavily armed, Canadian-born bodyguard,
we take the elevator to the upper lot where we meet the
rest of our security team. Two of our drivers and
rear-facing shotguns are Nepalese Ghurkas. Riding
suicide in the front passenger seat of the lead SUV is
John, a former British Army special ops soldier. We don
bulletproof vests and helmets, then board a second SUV
encumbered with 8,000 pounds of added armor. Behind us,
another SUV maneuvers into position as we pull from the
lot.
The drive from the airport into the city reminds me of a
B-grade, 1950s science fiction movie. Though early
afternoon, a haze gives everything an eerie
black-and-white twilight glow. The convoy begins a
high-speed ballet down the three-lane divided highway,
weaving left and right with our vehicle remaining
generally centered. The Ghurka in the lead car has a
clear shot at anything approaching us from behind.
As we enter the Red Zone, where indigenous movement is
loosely controlled, a bombed-out building comes into
view on our right. The structure next to it seems
undamaged, a testament to the precision bombing
conducted during the invasion.
In the lead vehicle, John periodically lowers his window
and pokes the barrel of his semi-automatic outside.
Heads-up commands cackle over cell phones. The
no-nonsense exchanges alerted us to approaching danger
zones. Iraqi civilian vehicles—all of which have seen
better days—soon merge with our convoy. Each is packed
with locals, some riding in the trunks. None get between
any of our vehicles. Quite a few Iraqis wave at us, our
helmets and weapons a sure sign we are American.
Each mile or so, we pass American Humvees, M113 armored
personnel carriers, or Bradley armored vehicles, each
sporting heavy weapons with gunners at the ready. At
every checkpoint, a soldier approaches our vehicle to
verify identification. These troops take their lives in
their hands, wondering if the next car rolling toward
them contains a fanatic whose goal is to take another’s
life by suicide bomb.
How do those who travel inside Iraq on a routine basis
feel? Former Marine Staff Sgt. Toney Haskett, a
logistics director working with the Restore Iraqi Oil
project, sums it up: “I consider it the unknown. I take
nothing for granted. I don’t close my eyes.” |
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