'The Yank opened up. He had absolutely no regard for human life. He was a cowboy out

The following article illustrates the trigger happy nature of the Yanks. Shoot first and ask questions later. They after all are only following their great leader Rumsfeld, who shoots from his mouth first and then thinks.

‘The Yank opened up. He had absolutely no regard for human life. He was a cowboy out on a jolly’](Latest news & breaking headlines | The Times and The Sunday Times)

THREE wounded British soldiers described yesterday how they survived a terrifying attack by an American anti-tank aircraft that killed one of their troop and destroyed two armoured vehicles.
One of the survivors criticised the American pilot for showing “no regard for human life” and accused him of being a cowboy who had gone out on a jolly.

Another survivor said that he had stumbled out of the burning wreckage of his light tank and waved frantically to the pilot of the low-flying A10 to try to halt his “friendly fire” as he returned to attack again.

The blunder, 35 miles north of Basra, left one soldier missing, presumed dead, and another in intensive care on the hospital ship RFA Argus. A sixth Household Cavalry soldier escaped without injury when the two Scimitar light tanks were destroyed.

Lieutenant Alex MacEwen, 25, Lance Corporal of Horse Steven Gerrard, 33, and Trooper Chris Finney, 18, were flown home last night with shrapnel wounds and burns. Before leaving the Argus they spoke of their bewilderment and anger that, despite flying very low over their heads, the A10 pilot apparently failed to recognise the coalition identification markings on their British-made tanks. Another vehicle in the five-strong convoy patrolling the marshes near the meeting of the Euphrates and Shatt al-Arab rivers bore a large Union Jack.

“All this kit has been provided by the Americans. They’ve said if you put this kit on you won’t get shot,” LCoH Gerrard said from his hospital bed on the Argus. “We can identify a friendly vehicle from 1,500 metres, yet you’ve got an A10 with advanced technology and he can’t use a thermal sight to identify whether a tank is a friend or foe. It’s ridiculous.

“Combat is what I’ve been trained for. I can command my vehicle. I can keep it from being attacked. What I have not been trained to do is look over my shoulder to see whether an American is shooting at me.”

The two Scimitars, followed by two armoured engineers’ vehicles and another Scimitar light tank, were on a “recce” of a road northwest of al-Dayr, 25 miles north of Basra in southern Iraq, on Friday. After coming under fire from Iraqi artillery, they were instructed to investigate a shanty town when another light reconnaissance tank troop captured several white pick-up trucks laden with armed Iraqis.

Troop leader Lieutenant MacEwen — who now has special plastic bags tied round his hands to treat his burns — described how the convoy tensed, fearing an ambush, as they watched villagers waving white flags approach from behind a large bank.

“My heart started pounding,” he said. “You could see the white flags above the bank, but you didn’t know whether they had any intention of surrendering or ambushing us.”

LCoH Gerrard, the commander of the leading tank, described “frightened and curious” villagers waving white flags. “I stuck my hand up and waved at them. I could see they were frightened. I felt sorry for them.” Suddenly, LcoH Gerrard heard the distinctive, relentless roar of an A10’s anti-tank gunfire. “I will never forget that noise as long as I live. It is a noise I never want to hear again,” he said.

“There was no gap between the bullets. I heard it and I froze. The next thing I knew the turret was erupting with white light everywhere, heat and smoke. I didn’t even have time to close my eyes or blink. I don’t know why I’ve still got hair or eyebrows.

“I felt I was going to burn to death. I just shouted, ‘Reverse, reverse, reverse’. My headset had come off. My gunner was screaming, ‘Get out, get out.’ I was out of the turret in milliseconds. How I got out of that hole I don’t know. Then I saw the A10 coming again and I just ran.

“I’ll never forget that A10. He was about 50 metres off the ground. He circled, because he can turn on a ten-pence. He came back around. He was no more than 1,000 metres away when he started his attack run. He was about 500 metres away when he started firing.

“On the back of one of the engineers’ vehicles there was a Union Jack. It’s about 18 inches wide by about 12 inches. For him to fire his weapons I believe he had to look through his magnified optics. How he could not see that Union Jack I don’t know. It was like Platoon. I was stood there on a little bank 25 metres away from my tank waving.”

The front two Scimitars, packed with ammunition, grenades, rifle rounds and diesel tanks, exploded into flames. Lance Corporal of Horse Matty Hull, 25, did not escape.

Trooper Finney was injured when the A10 returned for a second run. He said: “The plane came over again and it started shooting. I saw sparks coming from the ground or my leg. It didn’t hurt, it felt like someone had kicked me in the back of my leg. I felt warm down the back of my leg. Blood was spurting everywhere. I thought I was dead.”

LCoH Gerrard criticised the A10 for shooting when there were civilians so close to the tanks. He said: “There was a boy of about 12 years old. He was no more than 20 metres away when the Yank opened up. There were all these civilians around. He had absolutely no regard for human life. I believe he was a cowboy.

“There were four or five that I noticed earlier and this one had broken off and was on his own when he attacked us. He’d just gone out on a jolly.

“ I’m curious about what’s going to happen to the pilot. He’s killed one of my friends and he’s killed him on the second run.”

Lieutenant MacEwen described how he saw the A10 return after he stumbled, burning, from his flaming tank and ran for the cover of a reed bed on the marshes. “There was a horrible smell of what I though was something burning, but then I discovered it was a bit of my own eyebrows. That lingered with me for a good hour or two.”

He added: “After this I am quite pleased to be going home. ‘Blue-on-blue’ has always been one of my biggest fears. It is something that my friends and family joked about. ‘Don’t worry about the Iraqis, it’s the Americans you want to watch.’ The proof is in the pudding really.”

war is a terrible terrible thing :-) but then we won't stop waging it :-)

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war is a terrible terrible thing :-) but then we won't stop waging it :-)
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Whatever.

*One of the survivors criticised the American pilot for showing “no regard for human life” and accused him of being a cowboy who had gone out on a jolly. *

Let's not forget this is not an Iraqi claiming this but a British soldier, the only really ally the American's have on the ground.

Fatal friendly fire incident Surviving British soldier

Fatal friendly fire incident Surviving British soldier

slams ‘cowboy’ US pilot

LONDON: A British soldier who survived a fatal friendly fire incident has launched a scathing attack on the US pilot responsible for killing his comrade.

“He (the pilot) had absolutely no regard for human life. I believe he was a cowboy… He’d just gone out on a jolly,” Lance Corporal Steven Gerrard told The Times of London, regarding the incident Friday.

Gerrard, 33, spoke to one of the paper’s reporters from his bed aboard the British hospital ship Argus in the Gulf. A British soldier was killed and four others were injured Friday in a friendly fire incident in southern Iraq, the fifth such casualty since the war began. He was killed after an American A-10 tankbuster plane targeted two armoured vehicles near Iraq’s second largest city Basra.

“You’ve got an A-10 with advanced technology and he can’t use a thermal sight to identify whether a tank is a friend or foe. It’s ridiculous,” Gerrard said. “Combat is what I’ve been trained for. I can command my vehicle. I can keep it from being attacked. What I have not been trained to do is look over my shoulder to see whether an American is shooting at me.”

He added: “I’m curious about what’s going to happen to the pilot. He’s killed one of my friends.” Gerrard also criticised the pilot for shooting when there were civilians so close to the tanks. “There was a boy of about 12 years old. He was no more than 20 metres (yards) away when the Yank opened up. There were all these civilians around.”

Three of the injured British soldiers, including Gerrard, were flown home to Britain late Sunday after being treated for shrapnel wounds and burns. A fourth remained in the hospital ship’s intensive care unit, according to The Times. “After this I am quite pleased to be going home,” one of the wounded, Lieutenant Alex MacEwen, told the paper.

“‘Blue-on-blue’ has always been one of my biggest fears. It is something that my friends and family joked about. ‘Don’t worry about the Iraqis, it’s the Americans you want to watch’. The proof is in the pudding really.” The fatal incident brought to five the number of British soldiers who have been killed by friendly fire since the US-led war on Iraq began on March 20. On March 23, a US anti-missile Patriot missile shot down a British Tornado bomber, killing both pilots on board.

A day later, two soldiers were killed when a British Challenger tank mistakenly opened fire on another Challenger tank.

http://www.jang-group.com/thenews/index.html

The most funny part is his father wrote him a letter asking him to take care of himself and come home soon and don’t worry about those Iraqi but look out for those damn yanks… :rotfl:

Yeah :hehe: but then again those yanks are scared little girls

:hehe: What do you expect from the average Gomer Pile in the US army.

Can Anyone Firing at You Be Friendly?

Essam Al-Ghalib, Arab News War Correspondent

BASRA/KUWAIT CITY, 1 April 2003 — We drove from Basra to the British Armored Transport Division’s encampment at a location I cannot reveal. After showing our unilateral media identification and being searched, we were allowed into the camp and welcomed by the security officer, who explained the conditions of our stay. If we violated any of the rules, he stated we would be endangering the lives of his troops and would be asked to leave.

The main rule was not to use any lights at night except red lights, as he was worried about Iraqi planes (comment: do they have any planes?) flying over and more generally giving away the location of the camp. He drilled us on such things as “scud alerts” and “gas, gas, gas”. At the announcement of a scud alert, we were to grab our gas masks and dive underneath our SUV’s — or, if we had bothered to dig a trench, to dive into it. In the event of a gas attack, we were to put on our gas masks and await further instructions.

The conversation grew more ominous as he told us we were surrounded by Iraqis and that we should not leave or return to the camp at night as the situation was unpredictable. Then he proceeded to tell us of the risk of “friendly fire”.

I had to have that one explained to me. How can anyone firing at me be considered friendly?

“The Americans have a policy of shoot first and ask questions later. Since the Americans use different codes and call signs and different radio communications methods, there is often a lapse in communication between both sides. Three times since the camp was set up, US troops traveled along the road running alongside the camp and mistook this encampment for an Iraqi one and opened fire. No one has been hurt.”

I was amused at the fact that he tried to make this seem less dangerous than Iraqi fire. To me, fire is fire.

Anyhow, we settled in for the night as we had not really slept well the night before in Basra. Mohammed and I had no sleeping bags, nor a decent blanket; so we kept waking up every 20 minutes or so to turn on the heater in the two-door Pajero in which we were sleeping.

The following morning when we woke up, we decided we wanted to try to enter Basra. In our minds, we thought if the situation were as dangerous as the night before there would be no way the British would let us in. With that in mind we prepared our convoy of five vehicles manned by seven Italian journalists, three French, three Argentinians — and, of course, two Saudis.

As we drove to Basra, the scene was exactly as it had been the day before, except that there were more things burning there. We stopped at the checkpoint before the bridge which, once crossed, led straight into Basra. There were around 20 people waiting to get into Basra on foot.

We asked the soldier there if it was all right for us to proceed. He advised us that the situation was not yet entirely in control, but we were free to walk in at our own risk.

Mohammed Al-Deleami and I left our truck at the checkpoint and started on foot, taking pictures and shooting video as we went. After crossing the bridge that led into Basra, Sabine — a video editor from France TV2 — drove by and asked if we had seen her cameraman, who apparently had gone missing.

She explained that the soldiers said it was all right for us to take our cars into Basra. We told her we weren’t sure where her cameraman was and asked her for a ride into the city. I got in the front seat and started shooting some video, and Mohammed got in the back.

As we entered Basra, we noticed that the gas station was open and running, an indication that they had electricity. Some stores appeared to be open, and customers were walking in and out of them. Everyone seemed to be getting on with their business.

Then, suddenly, we heard a series of four loud explosions, the unmistakable sound of tanks opening fire. We couldn’t see where it was coming from. Sabine had already donned her bulletproof vest and helmet. Mohammed and I looked at her for some reassurance.

“Don’t worry, it is far away from us. Trust me, I was in Kosovo and Afghanistan. I’ll let you know if we are in real danger.”

Then a machine gun let rip. It was closer and louder than the other night in Umm Qasr. Sabine jerked the SUV to the left very hard, jumped the median and started going back toward the bridge — leaving Basra behind.

**As we approached the bridge, a British tank blocked the road and our passage to safety. Sabine tried to go around it, but the operator turned his turret in our direction, blocking our escape. ** *(Comment: if this was an american soldier these reporters would not be alive to tell the story!) * We were in open ground and there was no cover. Sabine turned the SUV around and headed back into town where we might be able to seek cover between the buildings. Mohammed sat in the back crouched down looking at me, while I tried my best to put on a brave face.

As we approached the first intersection in Basra, two kilometers past the bridge, we saw a statue of Saddam that had not been defaced, riddled with bullets or torn down. An indication that the US/UK troops had not gotten to it yet. Next to it were four uniformed Iraqi police officers directing traffic through the intersection. In the SUVs in front of us were the seven Italian journalists and the Argentinians. As the Italians made a U-turn at the intersection to try to leave Basra, unaware that the road was blocked by British tanks, the Iraqi policemen pointed their AK47s at them and ordered them to pull over. As they complied, the Argentinians in front of us did a U-turn and started driving against traffic. Sabine followed suit.

As we accelerated away, I shot some video of the police stopping the Italians. Sabine, accelerated to 120 km/h against traffic and made in to the bridge within a few seconds. The sound of machine gun fire again erupted and was accompanied by the sounds of tanks firing.

To our left, Sabine’s side of the SUV, mortars were landing and exploding, Sabine later told me. The tank that had initially blocked our exit was accelerating toward us at a high rate of speed. The driver swerved around us and headed toward Basra, clearing the path for the Argentinians and us to make an exit.

As we approached the check point for those leaving Basra, a British soldier told us that someone had used a satellite phone and that had alerted the Iraqis to our presence, and had opened fire on our position as a result. To date, none of the journalists have owned up to making the phone call that almost killed us.

We felt relatively safe at the checkpoint and decided to wait for the Italians expecting them to join us any moment. That was when Sabine saw her cameraman and sound engineer. They were extremely upset at Sabine, thinking she had intentionally gone in without them.

The sound engineer was in excruciating pain, clutching at his knee. He told us that a mortar had gone off near the checkpoint and had exploded near him. When the medics arrived, they said he had broken his knee and that he needed to be driven to the hospital by his crew.

We informed the same soldier who had earlier allowed us in to Basra that the Iraqis had seven of our journalists. He said it was not his problem.

We waited an hour for the Italians to show up, but they never did. We decided to drive to Umm Qasr to use our Kuwaiti mobiles to report their disappearance as the network reached there. Satellite phones were a bad idea at this point.

While we waited, we witnessed three Iraqis surrender to the British. They were made to show their Iraqi Army IDs to make sure that they were not just wanting to be taken away to the shelter and food and water that was provided to POWs, as the POWs were being treated better than the regular citizens fleeing Basra seeking food and water and safety.

As we left Basra, I looked around at the area and people on the outskirts and they were going about their lives as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. A small child was picking crops from the soil, either oblivious — or accustomed — to what was going on. When we arrived back at our encampment, we had to check in with the security officer to let him know we were back but had lost seven journalists to the Iraqis and one journalist had broken his knee.

An hour later as we rested and pondered the events of the day in Basra, the security officer for the camp explained that since we were not embedded and did not have Iraqi visas we would not be allowed to stay at his camp after the night had passed. We were told that in the morning, we would have to pack our equipment and we would be escorted by armed soldiers to Kuwait. Iraq was too dangerous for unilateral journalists, he explained.

And that is exactly what happened the next day. We were made to pack and we were escorted to Kuwait. After three days in Iraq, wearing the same clothes, socks and underwear without showering or having a good night’s rest, I walked into my hotel room in Kuwait City, had a hot shower, ordered smoked salmon and grilled meat and started planning to get back into Iraq.

I heard that on the news yesterday, great going. At last someone speaks up..

Yes, how ironic and tragic.

Informative article, Aishaa. Thank you for posting.

“LCoH Gerrard criticised the A10 for shooting when there were civilians so close to the tanks. He said: ‘There was a boy of about 12 years old. He was no more than 20 metres away when the Yank opened up. There were all these civilians around. He had absolutely no regard for human life. I believe he was a cowboy.’”
Utterly tragic. Civilians anywhere, of ANY ethnicity, are always innocent - they should never be indirect or direct targets in times of conflict.