Dr. Hasan’s motivations, explained by the New York Times
President Obama expressed confusion as to why Dr. Nidal Malik Hasan shot and killed a group of American soldiers. Perhaps that is because he was reading the same New York Times article that I was. An imam is quoted as saying that Dr. Hasan “wanted a woman who prayed five times a day and wears a hijab, and maybe the women he met were not complying with those things”. The same article quotes Nader Hasan, a cousin, saying that unhappiness about a potential deployment to Iraq or Afghanistan motivated Dr. Hasan’s violence. This struck me as odd. If Dr. Hasan wanted to meet pious Muslim women, wouldn’t an all-expenses paid trip to a country containing millions of such women be something for him to look forward to? Surely it is easier to find a hijab-wearing woman in Afghanistan than in Texas.
[August 2024 update: That last sentence probably isn’t true anymore…]
What’s it like over there for a medical doctor? One of my friends, a man in his 60s who went to Iraq with his reserve unit, sent me his war diary from 2005. Here are some excerpts (I’ve changed the names):
- [at a training and embarkation base in the U.S.] Now it is back on the bus for a trip to medical screening, finance paperwork, a meeting with Joe Smith (medical liaison employee) whose job it is to take care of the doctors. … it comes as no surprise that he is of little or no value. Add to that the fact that he doesn’t know this and he has all of the makings of a first rate government employee. One would think that with 131 groups before us, Joe would have the program down pat, have detailed handouts and guidance for everything from what to wear to where to play golf, but he doesn’t.
- [Next day] we are off to the dental clinic. My unit failed to send my dental records so I must repeat the bite wing and Panorex films even though I have a copy of my current physical showing the dental visit. The procedures require much waiting time for very little clinical time.
- [afternoon] we head for the CIF. This is the clothing issue point. The stations are numbered. Go from 1 to 19 and you get most of the things that you need and lots of things that you don’t need. I ask why I need snow boots and a shovel in the desert. Answer: because it is required. I now have three green duffel bags filled with stuff. There are uniforms, boots, body armor vest, flight suits, gas mask and best of all, a 9mm Beretta pistol. Since not everyone goes to Iraq, (some to Afghanistan, Kuwait, etc) it makes sense to issue thousands of dollars of unusable or unneeded equipment to everyone. They were all out of the body armor plates that go in the vest.
- [next day] What could be more fun than a 2 hour classroom lecture on how to shoot a pistol followed by a 45-minute bus ride to the range? The sun is bright and the air temp is 93 degrees. The first group of 15 soldiers goes to the line, performs their tasks (shooting computer controlled silhouette targets), and steps away for the second group. I join the second group since it is clear that it is only getting hotter and we must wear the armor until we finish qualifying. I ask for a civilian instructor to help me since I have little experience at the range. He does a great job for me; does everything but pull the trigger and I am an expert marksman. I even shoot, by accident, the distant target of the 2nd LT next to me.
- [next day] Starts at 7 AM for Death by PowerPoint presentation, a series of legal, cultural and ecumenical lectures designed to put the most alert person to sleep.
- [next day] Another beautiful day and this time it is a 4-hour course on map reading. With plotter and protractor we perform the basic functions that we teach our student pilots to do in about 20 minutes.
- [weekend] I sort out my three duffel bags of military equipment. It appears that two of them can stay behind in a rental locker that Dr Jones has hired for 4 months. I’ll pay my share so that I don’t have to schlep all of this to the desert.
- [next day] About 50 of us will take the 4-hour course on improvised explosive devices. We learn that a lot of the Iraqi bombs are made from US artillery shells. The plastic explosives are all from France. I ask the sergeant how it is possible that we are being attacked with our own friendly ordinance. I’ll let you know when I get an answer. The films are very interesting. The terrorists video most of their attacks to use as advertising. They also compensate their members based on the damage they wreak.
- [next day] Convoy class. The PowerPoint lectures are given by reservists on one year of active duty. They have never been to Iraq. Most of the slides are from the internet; few are from the Army. The take home message is that 50 percent of the deaths occur to truck passengers, either alone or in convoy.
- [about a week is spent playing golf, riding horses, and otherwise killing time waiting for a plane to the Gulf] Time is being wasted at the usual military rate.
- [after getting off the plane] We are in Kuwait. Considered by many to be a battle zone, at least for tax purposes, we are shuttled from here to there in buses protected by trucks with 50 caliber machine guns. Our first stop is RFI. This is a clothing issue point where we receive a mandatory allotment of “must have” gear for the war. I get knee pads, elbow pads, a new Kevlar helmet. Was there something wrong with the one that I got 2 weeks ago? I also get socks, tee shirts, Oakley sunglasses (you know the desert UV) and some other valuable stuff. This brings the price to $1,200. I sign for the goods. Amex is not needed because the Feds trust me not to lose the equipment. The clock keeps ticking, none of us sleeps. In fact, there is no place to sleep. We see a video tape from the Commanding General reiterating the rules of war. It includes commentary on drinking, drugs, sex and shooting the enemy. I don’t forget that we never shoot people; only “threats” or enemies.
- [on the ride from Kuwait to Iraq] The C-17 aircraft is a story by itself. What a beautiful $200 million machine. Great glass cockpit, FMS and highly capable autopilot. Holds 240,000 lbs of fuel and grosses at 560K. The amazing part is that it can get in and out of 3,000 feet. Every landing is power-on and the underside of the flaps is titanium allowing them to act as thrust diverters for landing. This is a great family aircraft because you can put your boat, SUV and a couple of hundred close friends and head to [a tiny airport in Maine] if the fuel burn doesn’t scare you.
- We get to [Iraq destination] in an hour and then hold near the airport for one hour while a mortar attack occurs. Watching the fireball explosions from 15,000 feet is enough to unnerve any clear headed person. Cleared to land we taxi in. I thank the crew profusely for their kindness to me and we make our way by bus to the passenger terminal. We finally get checked in as soldiers in Iraq. We do a little paperwork, dine at the Burger King at the PX and I get a room at the DVQ. Distinguished Visitor Quarters are for O-6 and above. A trailer with 2 bedrooms separated by a bathroom. I couldn’t be happier. I sleep on my down pillow until 8:30 AM.
- [next day] After lunch and a quick PX visit to buy soap we walk to the Air Force Hospital. It is a true combat support hospital. Air conditioned tents, all surgical specialties, trauma and ICU doctors. The Blackhawk lands on the pad. A bloody Iraqi is being bagged, then wheeled immediately to the ER. One of his legs is missing. The staff and their morale couldn’t be better.
- [afternoon] Bill [comrade from Guard unit] makes it back from his meeting. It is a warm reunion. He and his family are doing well. We have dinner and catch up on events past. One of the members of the unit has recently committed suicide. There was little warning. Apparently his wife was also in the Guard and was outside of his door when it occurred. Live ammunition, even in the hands of people unencumbered by mind altering substances, is always a risky procedure. This has not been the first suicide and certainly won’t be the last. Bill told me about the two Chinook helicopters that were totaled. One was destroyed in a whiteout sandstorm leading to a hard landing; no one was injured. The other was fuel management by pilot error. They switched tanks and flamed out both engines at 500 feet and 140 knots. The landing was very hard. The aircraft was crunched and there were three serious pilot injuries.
- [flight to field hospital] One of the boys drives me back to the flight line at 9 PM for the 10 PM departure in a Chinook that leaves at 10:40 PM. We fly at 500 feet AGL [above ground level]. The lights are out and I spend some time in the cockpit. I sit behind the left hand forward 50 cal machine gunner. They wear night vision goggles and would probably shoot anything that moves. There is a right hand forward gunner and another at the tail. Since I don’t consider the guns to be deterrents to ground fire, I can’t wait to get to [the destination]. About 40 minutes does the trick. We land, luggage is removed and we are greeted by the outgoing doctors. They are already at the airport for their flight that will leave in 2 hours.
- [next day] [Doctor soon to be rotating out] takes us on a giant walking tour of the Camp. We see everything including the mess hall, PX (new and quite nice), the gym, the administration building, the laundry, etc. I get 45 rounds of 9mm ammunition which I don’t need for two reasons. One, my magazines are lost in the other duffel bag [lost by charter carrier from U.S. to Kuwait]. Two, one bullet is sufficient if you need to use this gun. At any rate, I comply with the rules and put the stuff in my bureau drawer. At 6:30 PM I see two patients at sick call. The first is a 23 year old with severe low back pain, probably a slight disc herniation although there are no neurological sequellae. He is very nice and appreciative. I treat him conservatively with non steroidals and bed rest. The second is a 30 year old woman who arrives with her sergeant complaining of a right breast lump for three days. I do a thorough history and exam and find rib tenderness below the left and right breasts. On further questioning, she has just done a maximum amount of pushups for her PT test. There are no lumps. The sergeant insists that I order a mammogram. I explain that there is no need. She is adamant. I suggest that when she takes the patient home that she do the breast exam and bring her back if she finds a lump. If I needed a mammogram, I would have to fly the patient to Germany. I give her some non steroidals and wave adios.
- [next day] I awake to a beautiful sunrise. The air is clear and the crescent moon has disappeared. 7 AM is the perfect time to shower. I shave in the