Calmly, quietly, with little fanfare or outsized media attention, after more than seven years and thousands of soldiers dead, hundreds of billions of dollars wasted in one of the ugliest and most unnecessary military operations in all of American history, the U.S. has officially ended its combat presence in Iraq.
Did you hear? Did you see the blazing headlines, the parades, the TV crews lining up in a rabid media frenzy on the White House lawn? Did you attend a rally, a march, a flag-wavin' gun-tootin' victory party, or perhaps gather Ôround the TV at the local saloon, waving a tiny American flag and cheering wildly?
Maybe you saw the president himself hop into a Navy helicopter and land on the deck of that aircraft carrier, dressed up like a little GI Joe action figure, crowing on about the God-sanctioned super-awesomeness of mighty America and its super-awesome, kill-Ôem-all military greatness, a huge ÒMission AccomplishedÓ banner fluttering behind him?
Wait, of course you didn't. Because none of that happened this time. I mean, thank God. ...
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