By Jim Golby
The Washington Post
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Outside Tikrit, Iraq
I’m sick of hearing about all the horrible things that happen in Iraq without ever hearing about any of the good ones. That’s not because horrible things don’t occur here every day; they do. I’ve witnessed far more death and sadness than I wish anyone ever had to see. And it’s not because I believe in some left-wing media conspiracy. If I’m affiliated with a political party at all, I honestly can’t remember which one it is.
Rather, I’m sick of hearing about all the horrible things that happen in Iraq because I’ve been deployed here for more than 24 months since this war began, and I think I have a story to tell that’s heroic, maybe even noble. It’s not my story. In fact, I’m quite average, and I’m certainly not noble. But I’ve been blessed to serve with some amazing officers, noncommissioned officers and soldiers who have sacrificed another 15 months away from their families — and, for once, produced something that I don’t think looks all that bad, even in this desolate country.