Wherever we halted we were surrounded by wandering troops of Bedouins.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.
I am a Bedouin warrior who brought glory to Libya and will die a martyr.
Bedouin ways were hard even for those brought up to them, and for strangers, terrible: a death in life.
In Sierra Leone last year there was just the two of us hanging out of a helicopter and, when we were in Bosnia, I drove an armoured vehicle, thousands of miles.
On military battlefields, we have defeated radical Islamic forces every time we have seriously gone after them, from Iraq to Afghanistan.
Last year I traveled to the Middle East to visit with troops in Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan.
I grew up with a deep belief that wherever our troops fought, they were on the side of the angels.
During the surge in Iraq, we were able to roll back the tide of al-Qaeda and associated insurgents because we succeeded in mobilizing Iraqis - especially Sunni Arabs - to join us in fighting against the largely Sunni extremist networks in their midst.
In Vietnam, we took a hill and defeated the enemy; then we retreated and let the enemy take over.
We pulled out of Libya. Now look what's happened: a safe haven, a vacuum, ISIS training militants to hit in Tunisia.