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The fort of hell
The Sunday Times (U.K.) ^ | 12/02/2001 | Matthew Campbell

Posted on 12/01/2001 3:32:45 PM PST by Pokey78

It had been called a massacre in which none survived. But yesterday 84 Taliban fighters emerged alive from the bloodiest battle of the war. Matthew Campbell, in Qala-i-Janghi fort, reports how captivity turned to carnage

Dazed and exhausted, they emerged from the bunker in which nobody was meant to have survived. Yesterday, inside the fort where the most savage battle of the war had taken place, more than 80 Taliban fighters straggled out into the daylight, hands in the air, some walking, some half-dead.

It seemed inconceivable that anybody could have lived through the carnage that had erupted a week ago when some 450 Taliban prisoners overpowered their guards, killed a CIA agent and stormed the armoury in the Qala-i-Janghi fort near Mazar-i-Sharif in northern Afghanistan.

For days the rebel prisoners had been bombed and blasted by Northern Alliance troops and US and British forces. Outside the bunker the compound had been littered with bodies, bomb fragments and blood. But survivors there were.

It started at 7.30am, when a group of 13 emerged into the daylight; the cold had finished their resistance. The soldiers of the Northern Alliance had pumped water from a fire truck into the bunker, flooding their enemy out. The first Taliban to surface were drenched, shivering and exhausted.

At 10am the remainder agreed to surrender. Nobody was sure how many were left in the hellhole. One by one they came out of the shattered entrance. Some brought up guns. The Northern Alliance soldiers stripped them of weapons and boots, and tied their arms. Then, in a parade of limping, tattered individuals, the fanatical fighters of Osama Bin Laden's Al-Qaeda network were led barefoot down a dirt path towards a red lorry container.

Yemenis, Saudis, Uzbekis, Czechens and Pakistanis —
I counted 84 of them. Several looked as if they might be north African. One came hopping down the path, his other leg broken and useless. Others seemed to have survived without a scratch; the 40th prisoner, a Pakistani, appeared to share a joke with his guard.

Most ignored questions or were too shell-shocked to heed them. But the 44th man stopped in front of me. I asked him where he was from.

"Where am I from?" His English was impeccable. He surveyed the compound and sniffed the air, as if trying to recollect some distant memory. "I was born in America."

"Where?"

Again he looked around, as though searching for inspiration. "Baton Rouge," he said. "Baton Rouge, Louisiana — you know it, yeah?"

Who was this man? How had he come to fight in this distant land? Before he could answer the guard prodded him on. He glanced back one last time before taking his place in the container.

The Red Cross arrived and a representative was allowed to tend the injured on the ground outside the container. One man was trembling uncontrollably. Another had stopped moving on his stretcher, too weak to eat the apples and bananas fed to the wounded by Red Cross workers. He seemed unlikely to survive.

Northern Alliance soldiers were bewildered and angry.

"They will eat your apples and bananas and then blow us all up," warned Abdul Rakhman, a local villager whose house the Taliban had burnt down. As stretcher-bearers carried away the last foreign fighter to emerge from the bunker, an elderly man sprang from a doorway brandishing a rock.

"You killed my son," he yelled at the groaning Arab, who feebly raised an arm in defence. The fingers of his right hand were bloody stumps except for one hanging by a thread of skin.

The old man was about to smash the rock on the prisoner's head when I rushed up. It prompted a Northern Alliance officer to intervene, wrestling the rock out of the old man's hand. Another man sat with an ugly shrapnel wound in his leg, rocking back and forth; he was from Chechnya and spoke Russian. "We were very hungry," he said, chewing on a Red Cross apple. "It was dark and cold in there. There are many dead. There are dead all around us." A whiff of mindless massacre had already been in the air. Amid accusations that all the Taliban had been slaughtered in the battle — some with hands tied behind their backs —

Amnesty International had called for an inquiry. Now, as the survivors emerged from the stinking, Stygian gloom of the bunker, wounded, desperate, but still armed, still alive, one thing became clear.

From the outset to the bitter end, the negotiated "surrender" of these foreign Al-Qaeda fighters had been shot through with duplicity and danger.

SET beside pomegranate orchards a few miles outside Mazar-i-Sharif, the Qala-i-Janghi fort dominates the area like a giant sandcastle out of the Arabian Nights. Its sloping ramparts, rising 60ft above the plain, are topped with a 6ft-high crenellated mud wall enclosing a vast area of compounds, low buildings and bunkers.

The Russians used it as a base. So did the Taliban until the Northern Alliance drove them out early last month. Then General Abdul Rashid Dostum, a fearsome warlord with bulging biceps, a thunderous laugh and a fondness for drink, took it over as his headquarters and kept his horses stabled there. It was at the fort 10 days ago that Dostum negotiated the surrender of the diehard foreign fighters of the Taliban in Konduz, 85 miles to the east. The deal was a murky one, for the foot soldiers at least, and as part of it a band of about 450 Taliban travelled by night across the desert deep into territory held by the Northern Alliance.

Early last Saturday morning they were camped five miles outside Mazar when Dostum's forces mustered to greet them. Had the foreign fighters come to surrender or had they been duped by their leaders, sacrificed as bargaining chips?

According to Amir Jan Naseri, a former Taliban commander who had switched sides and had helped to negotiate the deal, the black-turbanned fighters had expected to hand over their weapons and be set free.

Unrest spread. Tense negotiations dragged on for hours until, reluctantly, the Taliban agreed to yield. They handed over their rocket launchers, machineguns and Kalashnikovs, which were piled high in a truck that drove through Mazar to some fanfare. A man on top fended off attempts to snatch weapons from the pile. The prisoners were to travel separately to the fort. "We will check how many are from Pakistan, Chechnya, Iran and Arab countries, and then we will hand them over to the United Nations," said Dostum. An experienced survivor of warfare in Afghanistan, he moved well away from the road as the prisoners were jammed into five high-sided open trucks, warning journalists to keep back in case the Taliban sprang any surprises. A few days earlier some Chechens had detonated bombs hidden under their clothes while surrendering, killing several Northern Alliance commanders in a suicidal gesture of defiance.

It should have been a warning. But even this time not all the prisoners were searched as they boarded the lorries. Only inside the fort did the Northern Alliance begin thoroughly to screen the Taliban, who were confined to the southern compound. Andrea Catherwood, an ITN reporter, was watching the process when a young Northern Alliance soldier beckoned her over. "He showed me two grenades that he had found hidden in the clothes of a Taliban fighter," she said later. She moved back towards one of the trucks where a Northern Alliance police officer was searching prisoners. She was about 10 yards away when an explosion blew the man to pieces.

"I felt the blast hit my leg," she said. A prisoner had detonated a grenade, killing himself, the police officer and another Northern Alliance officer. A piece of shrapnel had punched its way deep into Catherwood's knee.

"I knew I was okay, I was still standing. My initial concern was that the Northern Alliance did not look in control. The foreign fighters were milling around. I thought they might take it as a signal to revolt."

Panic threatened as the Northern Alliance guards shouted and cocked their weapons. More rushed in from another part of the fort, screaming at the Taliban to put up their hands.

Catherwood, her translator and cameraman slipped away towards the exit. "It was getting dark," she said. "We knew we had to get out." Nobody can be sure why the grenade went off but, as Catherwood said later: "I doubt it was an accident in the light of subsequent events."

That evening the Northern Alliance quelled any potential revolt. To the Taliban, perhaps as the truth of their incarceration dawned, there may have seemed only one way out. During the night, according to Naseri, eight of the foreign fighters blew themselves up in a room.

The following morning Brooks and another Red Cross official drove along the tree-lined dirt track that runs through the main compound of the fort. They had an appointment with Fausi to arrange access to the prisoners to ensure they were being treated humanely. Other westerners were also inside the walls. A German television crew had arrived. Nikolai Pavlov, a correspondent for Reuters, was also heading towards the prisoners' compound with a cameraman.

"We were about to go inside to interview some of the captives when we were halted at a small gate by a commander who said we needed permission from his superior," recalled Pavlov. It was shortly after 11am. Inside the prisoners' compound the Northern Alliance, fearing more suicide bombings, were searching prisoners and binding their arms. "We decided they were very dangerous and that we should tie them and put them in a basement," said Naseri.

Did the Taliban believe they were going to be executed?

They had some reason to think so, knowing only too well Dostum's bloodthirsty reputation. Military transactions involving him have been characterised by bloody betrayals and counter-betrayals.

Some 3,000 Taliban had been killed in Mazar fighting him in 1997. The foreign fighters doubtless also knew the legend of how Dostum once ordered a soldier accused of theft to be lashed to the tracks of a tank, which then went on a tour of the fort — and that was one of his own men.

Into this volatile brew of Islamic fury and fear had walked the CIA. That morning two of its agents, known as "Dave" and "Mike", were in the compound with Said Kamal, the local chief of intelligence, to interview prisoners. Johnny "Mike" Spann, a 32-year-old former marine, was "quiet, serious and absolutely unflappable", according to George Tenet, director of the CIA. His stoicism "concealed a dry sense of humour and a heart of gold".

One prisoner hurled a rock at a guard's head and grabbed his rifle. Another threw himself at Spann and detonated a grenade. Both died in the explosion. Other prisoners pounced on Dave, who drew his gun and killed at least one.

He then shot his way out, racing from the building across the compound towards the administration buildings. Witnesses saw another group of prisoners crushing the skull of the local intelligence chief with a rock. Some were untying the arms of those who had been bound. Within minutes the Taliban fighters had overpowered the small band of guards and seized their weapons.

In the administration building in the other compound, Brooks was starting his meeting. "We heard some gunfire," he said.
"A few gunshots is nothing unusual around here. Then all hell broke loose."

Fausi made polite excuses and went to investigate. As the thuds and bangs echoing round the fort intensified, Brooks and his colleague headed into a basement. "Then we noticed there was no way out," he said. "We were cornered. We went back upstairs."

Outside in the main compound Pavlov and his cameraman had thrown themselves to the ground under some trees.

"We heard two grenades exploding and then rifle fire," he said. From the wall in the middle of the fort Northern Alliance soldiers were shooting down on the prisoners. Bullets fired from below pecked at the top of the wall. Pavlov made a dash for shelter and reached the parapet above what had been Dostum's quarters. He found himself hunkered down near the German television crew and Dave, who was screaming into a satellite phone he had borrowed from the Germans.

"Mike's been killed," Dave was yelling. "They overpowered him. We need troops. We need airstrikes." The CIA man was horrified at the death of his colleague, according to witnesses. "Dave was going to pieces," said one witness.

"He was yelling into that phone for support, talking about Mike 'going down'." The fort was out of control, Dave told the Red Cross workers, they had to escape. Only about 100 Northern Alliance troops had been left to guard the Taliban while Dostum and his best forces had returned
to complete the capture of Konduz.

The prisoners had seized the southern compound and some guards began to slip over the northern battlements. Brooks, Pavlov and others followed, leaping off the 6ft wall, tumbling, rolling, running down the dusty ramparts as the bullets flew.

"We sprinted to the main road," said Brooks. Beyond the fort a strange normality still ruled and Brooks "hailed a taxi to Mazar".

Inside the fort, the Taliban had no way out but had broken into the arsenal. It contained rifles, ammunition, grenade launchers and anti-tank weapons.

Haji Mohaqiq, a politician allied to Dostum, said that in retrospect it had been a mistake to house so many prisoners next to a weapons dump. "We wanted to respect them, to show them goodwill," he said. "But they were a very radical and fanatical bunch, foreign militants on suicide missions."

THE distress call from the CIA agent went to the American embassy in Tashkent, the capital of neighbouring Uzbekistan, which acts as the main base for American and British special forces sent into northern Afghanistan. The message was doubtless relayed to American central command in Florida, where General Tommy Franks is in overall control of operations. He and his commanders had to act fast if the Taliban were not to break out of the fort.

An obvious option was to use the detachment of several dozen SAS men stationed at a school in Mazar. At about 3pm a group of them roared up to the fort in two white desert patrol vehicles. "I heard this voice saying, 'Anyone here speak English?'" an aid worker said later, imitating a cockney accent. American special forces also arrived. They were in uniform, the SAS in plain clothes.

Inside the fort a full-scale gun battle was under way, with a demented percussion of bangs and explosions as the Northern Alliance tried to contain the Taliban foreign fighters. A few had made it out of the fort only to be shot down. Two lay dead beyond the walls.

"We were worried that they were going to break out," said Fausi. "We had to ask the British and Americans for help."

The special forces appeared to split into two groups, according to one eyewitness. One headed for the southwest corner of the fort, apparently to fight any Taliban that might try to escape that way. The others went into the fort at the northeast corner.

Perched on a parapet there, Fausi advised the special forces on co-ordinating the jet fighters and bombers that materialised out of the pale blue sky. "I would say, 'I could use a missile over there', and they would say, 'One minute'," said Fausi. "And the next thing you knew a plane would drop a bomb right on the spot."

The aerial pounding was ferocious but the Taliban were hitting back. Dostum's men were dropping from the parapets. Bodies were strewn in the courtyard below. As darkness fell the fort became a giant firework, emitting flashes and dancing points of light that could be seen from miles around. Inside the fort scores of fighters, possibly more, were already dead.

That night in Kabul, Abdullah Jan Tawhidi, a deputy in the Northern Alliance ministry of intelligence and security, said:

"Most of the foreigners were killed. Up to 300," he said. "It's not a big deal."

FOR the Taliban it was all or nothing, and some were still alive. The Jeeps and vans of the special forces shuttled back and forth the following day as it became clear that a core of at least 40 or 50 Taliban had survived the night. They were hiding in basements, still heavily armed, and were striking back. Four mortar shells landed outside the walls.

"They kept firing with machineguns all day," said an Alliance spokesman. Heavy fire was also coming from the stables where several dozen Arab fighters had holed up. The stables had been the pride of Dostum's horse-loving Jowzjan militia who had fought all over Afghanistan against one enemy or another. Now the battle was on their doorstep.

A special forces team called in another airstrike just before 10.50am on Monday. "The plane is coming in from the west," shouted an officer close to where a journalist was taking cover outside the fort. "Danger close. Bombs coming," he said into a radio. High above, the pilot of an F-18 Super Hornet dropped a 2,000lb bomb. Did he make an error or were the co-ordinates he was given wrong? Either way, on the parapet of the fort Fausi was hurled off his feet as a huge hole was blown in the wall. Miraculously he survived with slight shrapnel wounds on one cheek. But the bomb had seriously injured five Americans and dozens of Northern Alliance soldiers. Afghans were crying out that the target was wrong. "Cut it please," pleaded Alim Razem, a commander. "Cut the next one please. You hit the place of our soldiers."

But the battle continued all that day and on through the night. Spectre-AC130 gunships used their terrifying firepower to rip through parts of the fort held by the Taliban. Bombers targeted the munitions dump. Just after the morning call to prayer on Tuesday, an enormous explosion reverberated around the fort. The arsenal had been hit. A tank moved in and blasted rounds into the building where the last Taliban fighters were believed to be holed up. When shots still emerged from a bunker underneath, troops of the Northern Alliance shoved rockets into a culvert to obliterate whoever was left alive in the warren of  basement corridors.

TOWARDS dusk on Wednesday evening an eerie silence hung over the fort.  The stench of decay emanated from various rubble-strewn doorways. The carcasses of some 50 horses lay scattered about. A dirt track leading through the middle of the main compound was coated in green pine needles and branches scythed off by bullets. Further up this path were the charred remains of Jeeps; further on still I could see that everywhere the ground was littered with blackened detritus — here a smouldering rifle butt, there a machinegun cut in two. Unexploded rocket and mortar rounds poked out of the walls. Dostum's Uzbek soldiers picked through the wreckage. Some stripped clothes from the dead. Others carried off bloodstained copies of the Koran.

Later claims that 50 bodies had been found with their arms bound were wrong. About 30 corpses had lain on the parade ground where the battle had started; no more than eight had had their arms tied behind their backs. The Northern Alliance had been binding them after searching for weapons. These prisoners appeared to have been cut down in the shooting as the revolt erupted; there was no sign of any having been executed.

As if reason for the slaughter were needed, one of the clean-up workers claimed to hear muffled voices coming from an underground bunker. Soldiers scurried forward with shells that they pushed into holes above the bunker and detonated. It was hard to imagine how anybody hiding below ground could have survived the series of deafening explosions. They did.

On Thursday morning the work of removing bodies continued. "The reality is," said Brooks, as a stretcher went past bearing a crumpled body, "that behind each one of these bodies is a family." The Red Cross planned to photograph each body and send the data to a "tracing centre" so that relatives, with luck, might be able to track down missing loved ones.

But many of the dead would be forever anonymous: several had no heads; some "bodies" were no more than small pieces. Brooks was undeterred in his work. "Somebody has to do this," he said.

We were standing at the entrance to the bunker. Wafting up from the gloom was a nauseating stench. "We think there must be lots of bodies down there," said Brooks. "Nobody wants to go down." He gestured at stretcher bearers going about their grim business with scarves wrapped over their faces to mask the odour of death.

A man was hauling bodies onto a trailer. He was perched on two layers of corpses from which stiffened limbs poked up at odd angles: a dusty hand, a blood-smeared leg.

"Come and see the stables," said Brooks. "There's a huge pile of bodies there." We walked a few yards, spent cartridges crunching underfoot. Behind us four gunshots rang out from inside the bunker. Stretcher bearers dropped their loads and fled. We ducked behind a low, mud wall, near the carcasses of two horses. "Don't tell me there are still Taliban alive down there," Brooks whispered. At the entrance to the bunker, where we had stood a minute before, two rescue workers had been shot, one in the hand, one in the leg. Groaning, they were being pulled to safety.

Nobody could tell how many Taliban were lurking underground. Some 175 corpses had been recovered, leaving perhaps 275 unaccounted for if the original estimate of prisoners brought to the fort was to be believed.

"We fear they might try and break out," said one of Dostum's soldiers, standing in front of the bunker entrance, occasionally spraying bullets from his Kalashnikov into the gloom. More shells were dropped into the bunker but it was hard to say with what effect. Nobody cared to go down and take a look.

"Perhaps if somebody talks to them they might surrender," a young soldier suggested. His elders laughed.

"They'll never surrender," said a bearded man in a turban. "We have to kill them before going in there."

At 3.30pm three white Jeeps pulled into the fort. Out jumped a dozen men, at least six of them Americans and the rest from the SAS. But no attack came.

After days of brutal bombardment, by the most powerful warplanes in the world, and assault by hundreds of troops guided by western special forces, it was time for different tactics.

That night the Northern Alliance flooded the bunker with water. Stuck in darkness, starving, freezing, wounded, with corpses floating amid the filth — for those trapped below the horror is unimaginable.

After the bedraggled fighters had emerged and been led away, I ventured down the steps of the bunker. Foul air and gloom wrapped me in a clammy embrace. At the foot of the stairs a body was floating on its back. A corridor full of water stretched away into the darkness.

Entombed in there were the bodies of other men, probably many bodies. Had they been determined to fight to the death? Some of those in the battle had shown no mercy to anybody. Or were others merely prisoners caught up in a brutal revolt by diehard fanatics?

Through the murk of the basement and the battle, it seemed impossible to tell. I peered into the darkness and then turned and went back up to the air and the light.

Additional reporting: Carlotta Gall, Qala-i-Janghi, and Richard Woods, London


TOPICS: Extended News; Foreign Affairs; News/Current Events
KEYWORDS: afghanistan; mazarisharif; qalaijanghifort
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1 posted on 12/01/2001 3:32:45 PM PST by Pokey78
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There are ALWAYS more sons-of-bitches than you counted on!!!!
2 posted on 12/01/2001 3:36:31 PM PST by RANGERAIRBORNE
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Looks like we've got 84 more of the bastards to execute.
3 posted on 12/01/2001 3:38:03 PM PST by laconic
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To: Pokey78
Thats so sad,

that we didn't kill these 80 also!

4 posted on 12/01/2001 3:41:39 PM PST by mdittmar
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Note that all the negative media spin about prisoners being executed turns out to be false. Yet without any investigation they repeated it ad nauseam to try to drive a wedge between the US and the NA, and to harm public support of the war effort at home. There is nothing the left hates and fears more than US success.
5 posted on 12/01/2001 3:44:36 PM PST by thucydides
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"Where am I from?" His English was impeccable. He surveyed the compound and sniffed the air, as if trying to recollect some distant memory. "I was born in America."

"Where?"

Again he looked around, as though searching for inspiration. "Baton Rouge," he said. "Baton Rouge, Louisiana — you know it, yeah?"

Who was this man? How had he come to fight in this distant land? Before he could answer the guard prodded him on. He glanced back one last time before taking his place in the container.

To bad he survived. Now the will leftists in America will support this traitor.

6 posted on 12/01/2001 3:45:29 PM PST by ao98
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Newsweek has a article posted on their site about the one American that was captured. In that article he said he was from the D.C. area. There is also a grainy picture of him. He has a leg-foot injury so it is probably the same person as in this story. He may be the first American to be tried in a Military trial or he may be brought back here and be tried as a traitor.
7 posted on 12/01/2001 3:47:38 PM PST by esmith
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"Had they been determined to fight to the death? Some of those in the battle had shown no mercy to anybody. Or were others merely prisoners caught up in a brutal revolt by diehard fanatics?
Through the murk of the basement and the battle, it seemed impossible to tell. I peered into the darkness and then turned and went back up to the air and the light.
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I'll tell you what isnt hard to determine now...

They're all dead.

You liberal cakeboys can work out the touchy-feely details.

8 posted on 12/01/2001 3:58:11 PM PST by VaBthang4
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To: thucydides
"The most brilliant propagandist technique will yield no success unless one fundamental principle is borne in mind constantly...it must confine itself to a few points and repeat them over and over."

Joseph Goebbels

Nazi Propaganda Minister

9 posted on 12/01/2001 4:04:04 PM PST by mdittmar
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To: Pokey78
No virgins for these guys!!!!
10 posted on 12/01/2001 4:09:39 PM PST by Joe 6-pack
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To: Pokey78
Yet another version of the story about how the prison "riot" started.
11 posted on 12/01/2001 4:15:58 PM PST by RippleFire
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At the entrance to the bunker, where we had stood a minute before, two rescue workers had been shot, one in the hand, one in the leg. Groaning, they were being pulled to safety.

It's just not always feasible to accept the surrender of an enemy like this. Sometimes, you just have to make a decision not to take prisoners.

False surrenders should be treated as war crimes.

The problem with that is that the criminals are usually dead afterwards.

12 posted on 12/01/2001 4:24:08 PM PST by xm177e2
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"Looks like we've got 84 more of the bastards to execute."

I have LOTS of ammunition, and I am free to travel. If they need help executing these morons, count me in!

13 posted on 12/01/2001 5:16:57 PM PST by RANGERAIRBORNE
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"We were very hungry," he said, chewing on a Red Cross apple.

Oh...so that's where the Red Cross diverted the funds that were supposed to go for 9/11 victim relief.

I realize that they've done a 180 on this issue but they'll get no further donations from me.

14 posted on 12/01/2001 5:51:05 PM PST by spanky_mcfarland
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To: RippleFire
I'm looking for ANY stories about the survivors who were pulled from the World Trade Center. Seen any?
15 posted on 12/01/2001 5:58:46 PM PST by Howlin
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>"They will eat your apples and bananas and then blow us all up," warned Abdul Rakhman
 
........on a later date at their convenience. I'd say Abdul is up to speed on the do's and dont's of terrorist handling.
 
 

17 posted on 12/01/2001 6:40:08 PM PST by DeBug=int13
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False surrenders should be treated as war crimes.

Using violence after surrendering is a crime. Under the Geneva Convention all 84 can be charged as civil criminals, and lose their P.O.W. status if convicted.

Crime? Murder or accessory to murder. Under the circumstances (in a prison, after surrendering) that is a death penalty in both the United States and Afghanistan. And, yeah, in Texas, they would be judged as continuing to pose a threat to society -- one of the conditions for a death penalty. In Afghanstan, you do not need special circumstances for a death penalty. You need mitigating circumstances for a life sentence.

So hold a quick field court, then shoot them. The NGO may howl but it will be legal. (If you simply shoot them, then you may have committed a war crime. but if you try them first, it is legal.)

18 posted on 12/01/2001 6:42:56 PM PST by No Truce With Kings
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Guys:

I've got no truck for Al Quaeda or the Taliban. But the Red Cross was _created_ to assist prisoners of war. And that's what these guys are until they're tried and convicted.

Many of them aren't going to get executed. In some cases, we won't even know one way or the other (read the executive order.) Some of them will spend the rest of their lives in Minnesota or Illinois. Others will be repatriated. Some will have a bullet put through the back of their head. But until they do, they're POWs.

Don't knock the international Red Cross for doing their job. They minister to everyone, regardless of their affiliation. They got packages to our boys in Nam, they'll send observers in to try to keep people from killing our people in other areas and they get the word back when it doesn't work. That's their job and they generally do it pretty well.

Just as those SF and SAS guys did a good job of killing those m'f'kers.

19 posted on 12/01/2001 6:43:41 PM PST by Abn1508
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84 survivors ???

Next time use VX,napalm THEN daisy cutters on these weasels.

Shoot them and then go on to the next bunch.

20 posted on 12/01/2001 6:52:15 PM PST by Centurion2000
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