I just ran across a really interesting blog, by John Mattel, a State Department Foreign Service Officer (FSO) who served on the Anbar Provincial Reconstruction Team (PRT) in 2007 and 2008. He travelled widely throughout the province, and posted excellent observations. He was there “post-Awakening” and “post-surge”, so saw the dramatic progress being made, and openly calls the success achieved a victory.

To read through his blog, World-Wide-Mattel: Victory in Iraq, is like opening a window to see what western Iraq was starting to become in 2008-2010, and how the sacrifices of 2003-2007 led up to that progress. (But then you realize what came next, as it began to unravel and ISIS, which is AQI reborn, swept through Anbar again.)
One of his posts caught my attention, as it echoes a common theme; the Marines as a tribe. As I’m writing about 3/2 and the wrenching experiences they went through, this rings true. Here’s a recap of his post:
The Toughest Tribe in Anbar
August 29, 2008
[One] of the key components of sustainable power and influence is consistency. If people understand that you will keep your word and behave in a consistent manner, they will respect you, whether or not they like you or what you are doing. It is good to be loved; it is better to be respected.
Western Anbar is a place of tribes and extended families. Each group and sub-group has a reputation as do each of the sheiks. These groups are constantly vying for advantage and position. The Anbaris have come to see the Marines in terms they understand – as a tribe with a history and a reputation, although outside the tribal system.
They have come to see the Marines as the toughest tribe in Anbar, the tribe with the longest memory and the one that will pay back in the terms used by the ancient Roman Lucius Cornelius Sulla (Felix) “No friend ever served me, and no enemy ever wronged me, whom I have not repaid in full.” This is good. The Marines have won respect in Anbar in their own terms.
The Marines provide consistent security which allowed the flowering of Anbar we are now seeing. It is more than security from insurgents & AQI. The Marines also provide a kind of impartial and honest outside force that helps guarantee the regional tribes and grouping against each other in their sometimes violent competition. It is a smaller scale version of how the U.S. & NATO allowed the French and Germans to give up their ancient suspicions and hatreds since the security of an outside force eliminated incentives to stealthily surpass and surprise your opponent with a sudden, devastating, power. The potential downside of what amounts to a hegemonic relationship is that it can break down if the outside force weakens or disappears before the embers of the ancient hatred and suspicion are gone.
This interrelationship would be an interesting subject for an anthropologist to study. People always understand new development in their own terms and try to make sense of them in relation to existing structures. It is not surprising that the Anbaris would see the Marines as the toughest tribe in Anbar. — John Mattell



One of the big critiques coming from the press and think-tank crowd (then and now), was that the Bush Administration, Rumsfeld’s Defense Department and the U.S. military writ large didn’t have enough subtlety to understand who we were fighting in Iraq. And that’s true in absolute terms. In 2003, American politicos, the generals, the combat troops and the intelligence agencies, didn’t understand the nature of the “enemy” in Iraq.
Your story of us marines that day was spot on. Awsome job!! YUT!!!!!!. (Marine term means like saying bad ass or f’ing great). Now people will believe me when I tell the story of April 11th 2005. That day, and the battle for Naseriyah in 03′, I re-live in my dreams. Thanks from my heart for telling our story for all the great marines involved on that day
Capt Frank Diorio was India Company’s Commander in 2005. He is now a LtCol and still on active duty. One of the key sources I’ve used, especially for the
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About a year later, I was at a party where a Marine door gunner was telling a story of lighting up a 1970s blue van and we realized it was the same engagement. I always felt some small measure of payback by the little gains we achieved during the week.
My platoon was off and in reserve at the time of explosion. We all went and reinforced the positions. I went to post 7. It was scary, but then your training takes over. I got blown out of my rack when the attack started. Mortars landed on top of us. I had that moment of intense fear before running out to post 7, but you have a bigger fear of letting your brothers down.