Go get yourself a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows, and curl up in your favorite chair with your notebook computer if you have one! You won't need any hankies here. Unless of course you're reading this in a cave or madrassa along the Afghan-Pakistan border somewhere (in which case drinking water from a mud puddle, sitting on a rock, blowing your nose into your turban, and seeking comfort from the community she-goat or ewe will have to do).
Petraeus seems to have quietly slipped into quite the offensive-operations mode a while ago without telling anyone. Well, without telling me at least. But I'll let it slide if I get to read these kinds of stories more and more.
When the two Army Rangers slipped inside the house of suspected assassins in the dark on Christmas morning in Mosul, they expected a fight. They got one. |