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problematic. And irrelevant. I couldn’t have cared less if the Iraqis knew the exact<br />
minute of our opening strike, because there wasn’t anything they could do to stop<br />
it.<br />
In fact, after the Dora Farm strike, British and American ground forces moved<br />
north into Iraq and captured the Rumaila oil field. Splitting up then, the Americans<br />
moved northwest toward Nasiriyah, and the Brits headed northeast into Basra.<br />
More than thirty American special-ops teams, with their British and Australian<br />
counterparts, infiltrated Iraq that day.<br />
It’s also possible that the strike generated enough confusion to disrupt whatever<br />
plans Saddam and his generals had made. These plans certainly included launching<br />
Scuds at Israel. If that had occurred, followed by Israeli retaliation, who knows<br />
what kind of a mess would’ve ensued. I really don’t think Syria and Egypt<br />
would’ve attacked Israel. At least, not with all of us deployed to the Middle East.<br />
This was Saddam’s big hope, of course, but, like so many of his other thoughts, it<br />
was nonsensical. Whatever else might have happened, the air strikes immediately<br />
following the Dora blast did knock the Iraqis off balance and put them on the<br />
defense from the beginning.<br />
This is always a good thing to do to your enemy at the start of a fight.<br />
“BEEP . . . BEEP . . .”<br />
I glanced down and saw the “3” blink on my scope. But there were about six of<br />
them, and they were far enough away to not worry me.<br />
Suddenly a string of explosions ripped through the darkness of downtown<br />
Baghdad. Maybe B-52s or more Tomahawk missiles from the Navy in the Gulf—I<br />
didn’t know, but the anti-aircraft fire became positively surreal.<br />
Tens of thousands of Triple-A rounds shot angrily upward. The large-caliber<br />
stuff made it level with me and exploded. But they even fired the smaller guns—<br />
rapid-fire hoses of yellows and oranges that arced low over the ground and<br />
detonated. Most of it was firing for effect and rage. No doubt tomorrow Radio<br />
Baghdad would declare hundreds of American warplanes shot down. It was all<br />
bullshit, of course, but it boosted Iraqi morale.<br />
Zippering the mike, I came around to the right and snapped wings level. We<br />
were now directly south of the city by twenty-five miles and heading east.<br />
Searchlights were sweeping overhead in a vain attempt to catch a fighter or a B-52.<br />
Running my eyes over the cockpit, I saw I’d used about a third of my chaff and my<br />
wing tanks were empty. The decoy was still with me, and the warning receiver