Humanitarians who work in war zones have learned to keep in check the powerful feelings driven by the adrenal glands triggered by seeing atrocity after atrocity. This can explode the brain. But in war zones, we must keep our cool and not kill everything out of stark emotional craziness.
How should anyone feel about the perpetrators of the crime of kidnapping and terrorizing this family?
Some things we see make us feel all wrong.
Sometimes we feel we cannot talk about all the things we must do in order to keep humanitarian workers safe in war zones and still provide safe shelters for women and girls in their own communities embattled by raging rapists who want to break the doors down.
Humanitarians who work in war zones have learned to keep in check the powerful feelings driven by the adrenal glands triggered by seeing atrocity after atrocity. We must stay cool. It is difficult at times. We all have a weak spot.
I lived for a time in Mosul, Iraq while ISIS was in control. I have seen some of the worst things done and I have necessarily done things I wish were never necessary.
We gave up trying to convince the ISIS kidnappers of Yezidi kids and women to let them go. We had some of their mothers living in our shelters. They cried at night. One can’t hear that and not do anything.
Al Warinth Hotel File photo by Author, Fall 2015.
The Islamic State foreign fighters were the worst of ISIS. They were more like freelance scumbags than the actual pious Muslims who knew the ISIS elders and attended religion universities. These foreign fighters kept selling a score at a time, girls from the fortresses where they had the Yezidi imprisoned inside Mosul. They would take the females to the Al Warinth Hotel to show off and sell to buyers who sometimes were brought in limousines by Daesh commanders.
Everybody wanted a piece of the action. But most of the real money-making Daesh elite were buying and selling organs at the Ibn Sena hospital’s second floor. It was the scumbag Daesh and some Peshmerga clowns doing the human slavery gig.
I had many roles in Iraq and Syria with our organization. I was then in a more junior position than I am in today.
Making me suited to this particular matter, I am a marksmen since 18 years of age. I am not as good as my partner who is a sniper of the highest skill with over 400 Daesh kills using a 50 calibre Barrett. With a good scope, her weapon was the finest rifle in the world without a doubt. I never reached ten percent of her kills. I used a smaller calibre firearm built by the same outfit. I backed my partner when her regular partner was injured and when otherwise unavailable. They are both OK to this day, now in Afghanistan near Kandahar City guarding the perfect angels who provide women’s services and both shelter and protect many women there.
My sturmgewehr had a folding stock and could be either an assault weapon or a sniper gun for shorter ranges than the 50. It was once useful in saving the life of Simon who was then a team leader and soldier/security guard—former IDF. Too often our people were outnumbered and outgunned. My sturmgewehr would get the call if I was around.
Another time we were outgunned when a Daesh team of 6 came up Nineveh street and made the turnoff to our hidden hospital building. I jumped to an overhang from the third floor roof while my partner started picking the Daesh off with her Barrett 50. I reached the ground as a Daesh bullet whizzed over my head.
It wasn’t because of my excellent tuck-and-roll it was because I twisted my ankle that I went to the ground and missed seeing my maker that day. But luckily I was in a good, low firing position and nailed the two creeps who were dragging a woman they had forced to give up our location. She was lucky she was short. Two headshots. I ran to get her inside. My partner was on the street backing me up.
We learned these Jihadist’s moves and how best to kill them and not be killed. They were horrible people, through and through. The crimes they commit we couldn’t dream-up until we saw them in action. That’s when the dreams for me became nightmares and PTSD. From Mosul, we all still deal with that despite years of compulsory counseling. That should tell people reading this that you don’t need to look at all the Hamas atrocity pictures and video. You might never let it go. But one saving factor is that video and pics don’t stick so badly as do eyeball contact with the harsh reality. Today people don’t see video and pictures as being completely real. It won’t harm as much as an eyeballs-on situation. IDF members and coppers looking at these Hamas crime scenes should walk away and leave it to forensic folks. That’s their thing.
How we went after the ISIS thugs who were raping, killing or selling kidnapped Yezidi girls.
My partner and I were teamed together by choice for doing intercepts. I was the one who had the voice of a mother in my ear at all times until her girl was brought home. Honestly, I find that compelling enough to be a flaw.
My partner and I made this personal. We set up long enduring surveillances and overwatch and when the Daesh came in with their prisoners all primped and preened, for their auction, we shot the sellers on cue and and took out any buyers who were shooting back at us, sometimes from as far as 1200 meters, but close enough we could roar in fast with our two vans, scoop up the girls and sometimes boys too and went screaming out through the Nazarene section of the city into the prairie and met the Shingal folks who would take the kids home.
Behind us were cleanup crews who grabbed the ISIS carcasses, drove them away and plunked them into abandoned buildings. We would give the grids of these buildings and other more important stuff to ‘friends-in-high-places’ who would obliterate them with 500 pound bombs. Daesh never had a body to pin on us.
My partner was always so cool. She and I studied Daesh tactics of every flavour. There were Russians, French, Iraqis, Syrians, all kinds. Her life was only about this kind of fighting since she was 12 or so in the jungles of Cambodia. She is the calmest killer. One time I was so panicky when my van was taking hits, I ended up putting it in the wrong gear and drove like a maniac at high speed in first gear until I nearly smoked the engine. Transmission oil was stinking. I got my head under control, then the vehicle, and picked up my load of rescuees and drove them still like a maniac about 15 kilometers to safety out of the city where our own armed guards awaited us and some of the Yezidi militia. I was till sweating for their safety when twenty to thirty kids hugged me and my partner so tight it was bone squeezing, We watched until I saw their tail lights going up the mountain to their temporary safety stop, where they would wait overnight or longer, waiting for the dust to clear—then I and my partner, we hugged each other and breathed again. That’s how it goes.
In doing this kind of work, in Iraq and Syria, I came to learn about the Iranian IRGC and its subordinate militias. They were mostly a distance away in Talafar. But there were some in the valleys near Erbil. They also had checkpoints on some of the main roads in Kurdistan. Between ISIS and IRGC, the latter is the worst. In Israel, that’s what folks are up against. The average IDF soldier cannot even imagine what atrocities these Iranian pricks are capable of doing is how Simon and I think about this.
Daesh members seem to become psychopaths on the job but the Iranian Jihadists must be born psychopaths as a condition of becoming members. In whatever terminology one chooses, that is a true fact. What it means is that the IRGC chooses to do its bidding, people without a conscience.
When I see what the Hamas is doing in Israel, I recognize the behaviour; and shameful as it may be, I don’t wince at most things. I reach to check my clips. But I don’t have that belt anymore.
My partner used to tell me I was not cut out for this work because of my flaw. When these scumbags hurt kids, I went off the deep end and took too many risks. I learned to stow the anger but it always came back. One round should be enough to turn a Daesh child molester’s head in a war zone into a pink mist. Sometimes I wasted rounds out of visceral anger.
Sometimes we feel we cannot talk about all the things we must do in order to keep humanitarian workers safe in war zones and still provide safe refuge for women in their own embattled communities. But maybe my experiences will help some people in the IDF and elsewhere who just got a gut full from seeing Iranian Hamas atrocities.
What we have seen these bastards do to schoolgirls in Iran is enough to know who they are and to spot them anywhere.
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Video: Some men who do these crimes were in Israel on Saturday morning, 7 October 2023. Don’t confuse Palestinians with Hamas.
Iranian Thugs of Ebrahim Raisi Using live ammunition to tell a kid not to take her scarf off.
Sarina Esmailzadeh, 16, beaten to death by Iranian security forces for protesting for women’s rights in Iran.
RINJ Women’s friend Nika Shakarami, 16, suffering unfathomable torture, rape and murder killed after burning her headscarf in protest.
Hadis Najafi, 23, shot multiple times during demonstrations sparked by the horrific death of Mahsa Amini, 22.
Some of the men doing these crimes were in Israel very early on 7 October, 2023.
The Music Festival was triggering for many IDF. From that you can tell who are the good guys. Simon vomited. I didn’t until he sent me the video.
On 7 October, we sent people south to the Tribe of Superova music festival. It was held this year at the plains of the Negev Desert near Urim. This is very close to where we once set up busses on the Egypt side to evacuate Gaza’s injured women and kids for Dr. Nassima al Amouri from Gaza south.
The family is hostage in their home. The little boy cries in shock at the killing of his sister .(not seen here) This is very saddening but not violent. The father is badly wounded and bleeding. The kidnappers are clearly amateurs under orders.
Simon Baldock and Moshe Karem reported that this music festival was another ‘holocaust‘ in Moshe’s words and Simon agreed. They rescued a few people by shooting the assailants and driving the rescuees back north to their actual homes. They had to blast their way up the highway. They don’t know who they hit because nobody was watching the road. The rescued women and two men were shocked that they had just been rescued by ‘murderous’ IWI Tavor-packing (a.k.a. TAR21) ‘peaceniks’ from a global Women’s Rights group that normally lives in war zones.
Before the men left the assailants, they photographed their ID. Later their research indicated these men are not known Hamas. They live in Iran and we have probably seen them before about a year ago while protecting women demonstrators across over 20 cities in Iran. They are religious cops. Freaks. Psychopaths.
In this war zone we don’t like either side. Both the Israelis and the Hamas are guilty of repeated war crimes. But the Hamas are not Palestinians. They are Iranians either primarily or secondarily. Iran butters their bread and they are no different than the Iranian scumbags we have been seeing in Syria for a decade.
It’s true that Palestinians have followed the Hamas through fence holes into Israel and as untrained screwups they did horrible things because the call-to-arms by Hamas told them what to do: kidnap families, kill kids, create mayhem.
In any case, these are not Palestinians. These ladies and children below are typical Palestinians. Their husbands and older boys are gone. Dead. Or pouring cement to make a new home.
Don’t confuse the Palestinians with the Hamas. Save the Palestinians, and in all honesty, my flaw, tells me to kill the Hamas bastards. I don’t do it anymore, but I feel it. It’s OK to feel this. You too, but don’t let it drive you to commit your own atrocities.
This guy Joe Biden, if he really has a heart, will get us some boats and a hospital ship, or whatever works best according to Pentagon planners, because we absolutely must evacuate people from southern Israel and from Gaza. Maybe 400,000 women and children and the elderly plus innocent men in these families; that number growing to more if things keep getting worse.
Micheal John