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Donnerstag, 28. Dezember 2006
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Once upon a time, there was a retired general named Paul Van Riper. In 1966, as a young Marine officer and American advisor in Vietnam, he was wounded in action; he later became the first president of the Marine Corps University, retired from the Corps as a Lieutenant General, and then took up the task of leading the enemy side in Pentagon war games.

Over the years, Van Riper had developed into a free-wheeling military thinker, given to quoting Von Clausewitz and Sun-tzu, and dubious about the ability of the latest technology to conquer all in its path. If you wanted to wage war, he thought, it might at least be reasonable to study war seriously (if not go to war yourself) rather than just fall in love with military power. It seemed to him that you took a risk any time you dismissed your enemy as without resources (or a prayer) against your awesome power and imagined your campaign to come as a sure-fire "cakewalk." As he pointed out, "Many enemies are not frightened by that overwhelming force. They put their minds to the problem and think through: how can I adapt and avoid that overwhelming force and yet do damage against the United States?"

As a result, Van Riper took the task of simulated enemy commander quite seriously. He also had a few issues with Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld's much vaunted "military transformation," his desire to create a sleek, high-tech, agile military that would drive everything before it. He thought the Rumsfeld program added up to just so many "shallow," "fundamentally flawed" slogans. ("There's very little intellectual content to what they say… ‘Information dominance,' ‘network-centric warfare,' ‘focused logistics' -- you could fill a book with all of these slogans.")

In July 2002, he got the chance to test that proposition. At the cost of a quarter-billion dollars, the Pentagon launched the most elaborate war games in its history, immodestly entitled "Millennium Challenge 02." These involved all four services in "17 simulation locations and nine live-force training sites." Officially a war against a fictional country in the Persian Gulf region -- but obviously Iraq -- it was specifically scripted to prove the efficacy of the Rumsfeld-style invasion that the Bush administration had already decided to launch.

Lt. Gen. Van Riper commanded the "Red Team" -- the Iraqis of this simulation -– against the "Blue Team," U.S. forces; and, unfortunately for Rumsfeld, he promptly stepped out of the script. Knowing that sometimes the only effective response to high-tech warfare was the lowest tech warfare imaginable, he employed some of the very techniques the Iraqi insurgency would begin to use all-too-successfully a year or two later.

Such simple devices as, according to the Army Times, using "motorcycle messengers to transmit orders, negating Blue's high-tech eavesdropping capabilities," and "issuing attack orders via the morning call to prayer broadcast from the minarets of his country's mosques." In the process, Van Riper trumped the techies.

"At one point in the game," as Fred Kaplan of Slate wrote in March 2003, "when Blue's fleet entered the Persian Gulf, he sank some of the ships with suicide-bombers in speed boats. (At that point, the managers stopped the game, ‘refloated' the Blue fleet, and resumed play.)" After three or four days, with the Blue Team in obvious disarray, the game was halted and the rules rescripted. In a quiet protest, Van Riper stepped down as enemy commander.

[Tomgram: Schwartz and Engelhardt, War without End, 13. Dezember 2006]

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Das bin nicht ich. Das ist Bruno Kreisky. Ich für meinen Teil bin 28 Jahre alt und ein kurzsichtiger, wenig- und langsamlesender, aufmerksamkeits- und noch vielgestalt andersgestörter, ungeschickter, linkshändiger, unausdauernder, übergewichtiger, un-unaufgeregter und unkonzentrierter stummer Schwätzer ohne Führerschein (sowie ohne Ehrgeiz, Ziel im Leben, eigene Wohnung, geregeltes oder sonstwie geartetes Geschlechtsleben, usw …), dafür mit unregelmäßigem Bartwuchs und Stoffwechsel sowie dem starken Wunsch, Drängen und Verlangen, der bürgerlichen Gesellschaft doch noch ein Ende zu bereiten (warum dennoch der Sonnenkönig dort oben hängt, darf jeder für sich selbst ausknobeln). In Ermangelung eines besseren ist mein Lebensmotto ‹wenn schon, denn schon›, was angesichts meiner Defizite im menschlichen, zwischenmenschlichen und übermenschlichen Bereich niemanden wundert, der mich kennt. Ich weiß nicht, was ich mit diesem Blog eigentlich will, aber ich schreibe es mit kleineren und größeren Unterbrechungen doch schon seit 2711 Tagen, und so lange es mich noch freut, wird weitergeschrieben. Das letzte Mal hat es hier am 11.12.2011 um 23:33 irgendetwas neues gegeben.
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