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...order to clear out pockets of resistance and secure supply lines. "We want to keep the enemy on their heels," he says. So as the rest of the 7th Marine Regiment pushes north toward the capital, 3/4 Battalion plans to pick a fight at the rear of the convoy. "It's just a good opportunity to kill these guys," McCoy says. "I don't say that with a lot of bravado, but we're here to break their will. I don't want to sit on our asses all day with the enemy just over there...
Whether it is the lumbering siege of a military complex or the brisk advance of a convoy through the desert, these uncut broadcasts are the most compelling when they show the tedium of war. All the networks carried live footage of the Third Infantry’s advance up the Iraqi highway on the first day of the conflict, even though it was no more captivating than watching rush hour traffic. But I stayed tuned because I wanted to see where the rubber meets the road, where the high drama of politics and war is translated into action...
Heading north on Iraqi Highway 1 last week, Hill was traveling with the 1st Marine Division when his convoy was ambushed by Iraqis who had dug themselves into trenches along the side of the road, then fired on the line of vehicles when it came within range. The Marines returned fire, killing some of the Iraqi attackers. "Whatever advantage technology offers," says Hill, "it will be the spirit of those who fight that will set the tone for this...
Traveling with the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Marine Division, Nickelsberg was also moving north last week, transmitting his pictures by satellite phone whenever his convoy came to an occasional halt. When the Marines secured the town of At Tahrir, about 100 miles south of Baghdad, Nickelsberg followed as they went house to house, rounding up high-profile civilians for questioning. "They also entered the local police station," he says, "and removed the police...
...Khazar, ostensibly for our safety but also perhaps because they had lost the village the night before. Reinforcements swept along the dusty road: we watched as noisy peshmerga, taciturn Special Forces, a top commander, the brother of the ruler of this part of Kurdistan, moved past in a convoy of Land Cruisers, waving regally. The next day we discovered that the Kurdish commander who waved courteously to us was badly injured by a U.S. air strike further along the front. Friendly fire...