war is sexy
in position 6.
Just a day ago, on Mar. 23, our convoy was stopped on the outskirts of Al Samawah.You could hear heavy artillery fire booming to the east, and every few minutes a rat-at-tat followed by a loud moaning noise of A-10 fighters bombing the city.Blackhawks, Kiowas, and Apache helicopters were flying sorties back and forth.Suddenly a huge fireball exploded, prompting cheers and whoops from the soldierswatching the spectacle. A direct hit on a munitions dump that sent an enormous black column of smoke into the desert's morning sky. America's superior firepower wasputting on a tremendous show, and the crowd loved it.Then things started getting lax. Off came flak jackets and Kevlar helmets, off cameshirts. Men started posing for photos with the pillar of smoke in the background,muscles flexed, guts sucked in. Turret gunners sunned themselves on top of tanks.Things were starting to feel more like a tailgate party than a wartime convoy."War is sexy," squealed one female private named Dawn, with a fresh daub of lipstick and perfectly tweezed eyebrows. Lieutenant David Buehler, a serious and even-mannered 25-year-old who shares driving responsibilities for our Humvee, seemed tobe the only one concerned that we were letting our guard down too much, too soon.
Struck by a Foe Called Overconfidence
By Frederik Balfour, BusinessWeek, March 24, 2003
None claimed, since this is the opening move.
I've placed this quote from Dawn, the US private with the fresh daub of lipstick andperfectly tweezed eyebrows, in the heart of the board because she encapsulates thecentral proposition of our game: that sex and violence are intimately linked.