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The Kurds love American GIs. But will the good feelings continue if the U.S. has to rein in Kurdish ambitions?
Mar 25, 2005 | Even New York City traffic pales compared to this: On March 22, thousands of cars, trucks, tractors and donkeys crowd a winding mountain highway outside the Kurdish city of Sulaymaniyah in northern Iraq, lurching and honking and weaving, careening within inches of precipitous slopes as drivers battle to make their way to mountaintop parks and resorts. There are no lanes, no traffic lights, and only a handful of weary cops with resigned expressions waving at passing cars. Despite the tumult, drivers and passengers alike slow and cheer as their cars pass a log-jammed patrol from the Idaho National Guard's 148th Field Artillery Regiment, based at Camp Stone just outside the city.
"They love us here," Sgt. 1st Class Jose Alvarez Jr., 34, says. He smiles and waves at a truck full of pretty Kurdish girls in traditional dresses.
Especially today. It's Noruz, the Kurdish new year, a celebration of the day more than 1,500 years ago when, they say, a Kurdish blacksmith defeated a tyrant whose shoulders sprouted satanic baby-eating snakes. Until liberation in 2003, Kurds in Saddam Hussein's territory were prohibited from celebrating any national holidays. Now they're making up for lost time --- and they have soldiers like these 148th troopers to thank for it.
Elsewhere in Iraq, in cities like Baghdad, Baquba and Mosul, the armed insurgency against U.S. and Iraqi forces continues to claim lives. But this is the other Iraq, the area in and around semiautonomous Kurdistan, where for more than a decade after the Gulf War, U.S. fighter jets kept Iraqi forces at bay so that the Kurds could live in relative peace and prosperity. Here, most locals welcome the American soldiers. Even Staff Sgt. John Murdoch, a 35-year-old math teacher from Idaho Falls, is a hero. "As far as deployments go, this is a pretty good one," he says.
Atop the mountain, at a hilly, flower-sprinkled resort teeming with Kurds in traditional baggy suits and sequined dresses, Murdoch attempts the traditional Kurdish dance (left foot, right foot, shake your shoulders), jokes with teenagers who marvel at his over-6-foot height, and holds babies while their parents snap photos.
In light of Iraq's volatile sectors, the soldiers almost can't believe their luck. Day after day, they play ambassador to an adoring nation. They tour the countryside with Kurdish colonels and generals, eat kebabs in restaurants where the patrons smile and wave, and even visit a carnival built atop a former Iraqi army outpost to shake hands and sip smoothies.
It may seem like a walk in the park -- and sometimes it literally is -- but there's a serious military purpose here, the maintaining of a different kind of order. After a decade of relative autonomy within Iraq's borders, the unofficial Kurdistan is strong and self-reliant, with its own armies, courts and national assembly. And it's only getting stronger. Kurds living abroad have begun to return home to set up new businesses. Construction is booming. Families forcibly evicted by Saddam's armies are reclaiming their property. The Kurds in Kirkuk, which lies just outside Kurdistan's de facto borders and commands 40 percent of Iraq's oil, are demanding a greater share of oil revenues and more political power. And as part of a deal with the Shiite majority United Iraqi Alliance, Kurdish leader Jalal Talabani is expected to become Iraq's next president, in exchange for Kurdish backing of the alliance's pick for prime minister.
Indeed, the Kurds are rising. And the U.S. Army is here to make sure they rise only so far. The Kurds' ambitions for full independence are well known, and U.S. officials have faced a delicate balancing act in ensuring that the powerful minority region is integrated into plans for a unified, democratic nation. A fight over control of key resources, not to mention the eruption of ethnic vendettas, could spark the civil war many have feared would rock post-Saddam Iraq.
"Without us, the Kurds would have their own country by now," says 2nd Lt. Rick Ferrell, whose Tennessee Guard unit -- the 278th Regiment -- performs a mission similar to the 116th's, albeit with less dancing, further east near the Iranian border. "We're a buffer," Ferrell says.
Acting as a buffer sometimes feels like a strange role to the 116th. Most soldiers here say they like the Kurds as much as the Kurds like them. At Camp Stone, in stark contrast to most bases in Iraq, there's a real sense of kinship between occupiers and occupied. Many soldiers are learning Kurdish from the handful of translators who live and work alongside them at this tiny outpost sandwiched between a chicken farm and the national headquarters of the peshmerga, Kurdistan's fierce green-suited militia. On March 23, over omelets whipped up by an Army cook in a brown T-shirt, 24-year-old medic Spc. Sean Peine recites the handful of phrases he's learned from K.G., a translator in his mid-20s:
"Spas -- Thanks."
"Choni bashi -- How are you?"
"Zor bash -- Very good."
At the hilltop resort, Peine strolls rolling green slopes and talks about the dental missions he leads into isolated villages in these mountains. Despite Kurdistan's relative prosperity, there are plenty of places with no dentists and lots of health problems. He says it breaks his heart to see these people suffer.
The 148th's Noruz celebrations are hosted by Iraqi army Brig. Gen. Anwar Dolani, 47, an enormous bear of a man wearing a brown suit and clutching a bottle of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He presses Peine and the other Americans into plastic seats and barks at his men to bring soft drinks, kebabs and chai. Then he sits, drinks, smokes and watches his liberators stuff themselves with food that's almost guaranteed to give them indigestion.
