On today's tenth anniversary of our war in Iraq, I'm moved to post this photo and also articulate my belief that history will judge Iraq the "right" war and Afghanistan the "wrong" one.
Invading Afghanistan was "right" insofar as its Taliban government provided safe haven for al Qaida. Once that government was toppled and al Qaida dispersed, America's continued involvement was, pragmatically speaking, needless. It became a crusade more emotional than military, more humanitarian than strategic. (Killing Osama bin Laden falls into the same category. It was gratifying for us and instructive for his supporters, but his leadership was neutered years before.)
Iraq was an oil-rich power ruled by a meddlesome despot whose two sons threatened to perpetuate Iraq's international criminality for decades to come. America is safer without them. Regarding our continued involvement there, as a matter of
realpolitik it was appropriate because on the world stage Iraq matters in ways that Afghanistan does not. Freeing its people and helping them put in place mechanisms of security and democracy changed the course of history in the region. That course had been trending inexorably downward from our perspective. Now there's at least the possibility of something better.
Fouad Ajami has a
piece on the Iraq War's tenth anniversary in today's
Wall Street Journal. Sobering and sad, it still notes that the ultimate verdict on America's "war of choice" remains unknown:
There is no way of writing a convincing alternative history of the region without this war. That kind of effort is inherently speculative, subject to whim and preference. Perhaps we could have let Saddam be, could have tolerated the misery he inflicted on his people, convinced ourselves that the sanctions imposed on his regime were sufficient to keep him quarantined. But a different history played out. It delivered the Iraqis from a tyranny that they would have never been able to overthrow on their own.
And then there's the photo above, whose meaning must be acknowledged and grappled with in any armchair commentary such as Ajami's - or mine.