The Quietest World War in History,Louise Annarino,1-13-2013
Drones have enabled the west to fight a world war without its citizens being aware. These unmanned silent ships of surveillance cruise the world directed from afar. U.S. and RAF pilots control these flights from Nevada, except for the initial take-off and landing which are controlled by companion crews where the drones are physically maintained.1
The United States,unlike Britain also uses armed drones to attack targets the drone has isolated; the RAF uses conventional weapons once the drone has isolated a target. U.S. surveillance drones are also used by French forces to guide air attacks. The U.N. relies upon drone surveillance to understand threats to nations around the globe,and make appropriate decisions calling for intervention. Nowhere is this more evident than in the growing threat from Islamist rebels aligned with Al Quaeda in northern Africa known as A.Q.I.M. (Al Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb), where troops from 15 nation regional block the Economic Community of West African States known as ECOWAS are being trained by the European Union.2
This world war is as different from the Cold War as the Cold War was from WWII,which differed from WWI. But, it is as widespread and threatens the survival of nations, and kills both combatants and civilians. There are at least two notable differences: First,the lack of awareness by citizens of the west that they are engaged in a world war; a war which will not end with the withdrawl of conventional troops from Afghanistan and Iraq. and second, the lack of attention we citizens of the west pay to media accounts.
There is growing concern over the backlash of the use of drones. However, the alternative to the use of drones would be far worse. There would undoubtedly be more civilian deaths,more combat deaths and injuries for soldiers on both sides,more property destruction,higher numbers of refugees,more danger to our troops etc.1 We must question,however,whether this reduced impact of war by the use of drones merely extends its duration by lessening our attention and outrage.
President Obama and Secretary of Defense nominee Chuck Hagel share a world view that war is hell and we only go to war when asolutely necessary. Each seems to understand far better than we that we are engaged in a different kind of war, a war where acts of terror are the weapon of choice by those bent upon the destruction of western economic,social, and religious dominance. Such a war cannot be fought with conventional methods. President Obama and Chuck Hagel are ready to restructure the Pentagon and the military industrial complex. The military and industrial complex is fighting back. Companies which manufacture conventional weapons fear lost revenues should they be forced to compete with high-tech robotics industries, or re-tool conventional arms to high-tech arms manufacturing plants. It is all about the bottom line for them. It cannot be so for the nation,nor for the security of its citizens.
Our national security depends upon a new methodology,one understood and currently deployed to maximum effect possible by President Obama. It behooves us to pay attention and to understand the need for change he suggests. A smaller overseas military footprint; development of new technology to reduce civilian deaths,increase certainty as to terrorist targets,use of surveillance for broader objectives etc. is our future.3 Beating swords into plowshares must still be our goal;but,how we get to that place is changing. However,we cannot condemn what we do not understand. The silence is deafening and Hagel’s Senate confirmation hearing will be more about protecting the financial interest of private contrators and arms manufacturers than our country. The dones may be silent. We need not be. We must not be.
WHAT ONE DADDY TAUGHT HIS LITTLE GIRL,Louise Annarino,1-18-2013
WHAT ONE DADDY TAUGHT HIS LITTLE GIRL,Louise Annarino
My daddy’s name was Angelo. He grew up without a Father to show him how to be a dad. His dad was a skirt-chaser who left his wife alone to raise their four sons. Angelo was the baby. At age 3, when he lay on the sofa, dying from rheumatic fever which damaged his heart, the doctor went to his father to tell him so he could go visit his son and comfort his wife. Angelo’s father never showed up; not that day, and not until Angelo who was stronger than anyone could guess and thus survived, was in high school and old enough to help his father work his produce stand in the old Market Canal warehouse. Angelo cleaned the celery in buckets of ice water. His hands grew colder than the ice. But, his heart, his damaged heart, was always warm; especially for his little girl.
I was told that Daddy’s buttons popped off his shirt when his second child was born. Angelo was present in the room when I emerged from my Mother’s womb and he heard the doctor say, “You have a baby girl.” He had always wanted a sister and cherished the role of being a father to a little girl, and was thrilled his sons (he would have three sons) would have a sister. He had done something his father had been unable to do. As a teenager, Angelo had discovered his father had secretly sired a daughter with one of his paramours, but Angelo never knew this sister. Angelo did many things his father had been unable, or unwilling, to do. The most important ? He loved his children and was ever-present to them; an amazing feat for a man who worked 16 hour days, six days a week.
Daddy and his four brothers, one cousin, one retired uncle, and Angelo’s best friend ran an Italian-American family restaurant. At first, Mom did all the baking, and made pizzas. After I was born she stayed home to take care of my older brother and the brothers who came after me. Dad may not have been home much, but I always knew where to find him. Not once did I feel I had interrupted him. My presence in the restaurant was never questioned. I was as much at home there as in my own living room. Being where Dad was ? That was being “at home”.
These are things my daddy taught me:
My Daddy lives on in my sense of self. His gifts to me are endless. Many little girls are fortunate to have similar stories about their daddies. Too many little girls have no such stories. Let us remember our daddies. And, let us pledge to do all we can to create a community where every little girl can grow up with such daddies. There is much to do. As Daddy would say, “Stop your bellyaching and go do something about it !”
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