Out of the Ashes: The Resurrection of Saddam Hussein
At the end of the Gulf War, the White House was confident that Saddam Hussein's days as Iraq's dictator were numbered. His army had been routed, his country had been bombed back into a pre-industrial age, his subjects were in bloody revolt, and his borders were sealed. World leaders waited confidently for the downfall of the pariah of Baghdad. Almost a decade later, they are still waiting.

This is the first in-depth account of what went wrong. Drawing on the authors' firsthand experiences on the ground inside Iraq (often under fire) and their interviews with key players—ranging from members of Saddam's own family to senior officials of the CIA—Out of the Ashes tells what happened when the smoke cleared from the battlefields of the Gulf War. This tale of high drama, labyrinthine intrigue, and fatal blunders has been played out amid one of the greatest man-made tragedies of our times-one where, so long as Saddam Hussein remains in power, the Iraqi people will pay the price. Out of the Ashes makes chillingly clear just how terrible that price has been.

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Out of the Ashes: The Resurrection of Saddam Hussein
At the end of the Gulf War, the White House was confident that Saddam Hussein's days as Iraq's dictator were numbered. His army had been routed, his country had been bombed back into a pre-industrial age, his subjects were in bloody revolt, and his borders were sealed. World leaders waited confidently for the downfall of the pariah of Baghdad. Almost a decade later, they are still waiting.

This is the first in-depth account of what went wrong. Drawing on the authors' firsthand experiences on the ground inside Iraq (often under fire) and their interviews with key players—ranging from members of Saddam's own family to senior officials of the CIA—Out of the Ashes tells what happened when the smoke cleared from the battlefields of the Gulf War. This tale of high drama, labyrinthine intrigue, and fatal blunders has been played out amid one of the greatest man-made tragedies of our times-one where, so long as Saddam Hussein remains in power, the Iraqi people will pay the price. Out of the Ashes makes chillingly clear just how terrible that price has been.

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Out of the Ashes: The Resurrection of Saddam Hussein

Out of the Ashes: The Resurrection of Saddam Hussein

Out of the Ashes: The Resurrection of Saddam Hussein

Out of the Ashes: The Resurrection of Saddam Hussein

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Overview

At the end of the Gulf War, the White House was confident that Saddam Hussein's days as Iraq's dictator were numbered. His army had been routed, his country had been bombed back into a pre-industrial age, his subjects were in bloody revolt, and his borders were sealed. World leaders waited confidently for the downfall of the pariah of Baghdad. Almost a decade later, they are still waiting.

This is the first in-depth account of what went wrong. Drawing on the authors' firsthand experiences on the ground inside Iraq (often under fire) and their interviews with key players—ranging from members of Saddam's own family to senior officials of the CIA—Out of the Ashes tells what happened when the smoke cleared from the battlefields of the Gulf War. This tale of high drama, labyrinthine intrigue, and fatal blunders has been played out amid one of the greatest man-made tragedies of our times-one where, so long as Saddam Hussein remains in power, the Iraqi people will pay the price. Out of the Ashes makes chillingly clear just how terrible that price has been.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780060929831
Publisher: HarperCollins
Publication date: 02/16/2000
Series: Harper Perennial
Edition description: 1 HARPER
Pages: 336
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.76(d)

About the Author

Andrew Cockburn is the author of several books on defense and international affairs. He has also written about the Middle East for The New Yorker and coproduced the 1991 PBS documentary on Iraq title "The War We Left Behind." He lives in Washington, D.C.

Patrick Cockburn has been a senior Middle East correspondent for the Financial Times and the London Independent since 1979. Among the most experienced commentators on Iraq, he was one of the few journalist to remain in Baghdad during the Gulf War. He is currently based in Jerusalem for the Independent.

Andrew Cockburn is the author of several books on defense and international affairs. He has also written about the Middle East for The New Yorker and coproduced the 1991 PBS documentary on Iraq title "The War We Left Behind." He lives in Washington, D.C.

Patrick Cockburn has been a senior Middle East correspondent for the Financial Times and the London Independent since 1979. Among the most experienced commentators on Iraq, he was one of the few journalist to remain in Baghdad during the Gulf War. He is currently based in Jerusalem for the Independent.

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Saddam at the Abyss
Fifty miles from the capital, returning Iraqi soldiers could already see the black cloud over the blazing al-Dohra oil refinery on the edge of Baghdad. It was early March 1991, and these exhausted men were the remnants of the huge army sent to occupy Kuwait after its conquest by Saddam Hussein the previous year. Now, routed by the United States and its allies, they were in the last stages of a three-hundred-mile flight from the battlefields. They were crowded into taxis, trucks, battered buses--anything on wheels. One group clung desperately to a car transporter.
Soon they were inside the city, only to find it utterly changed. Just six weeks before, the low-lying Iraqi capital on the banks of the Tigris had been a rich modern city, built with the billions of dollars flowing from the third-largest oil reserves in the world. Expressways and overpasses sped traffic past gleaming modern hotels, government buildings, and communications centers. Lavishly equipped hospitals gave the citizens medical care as good as could be found in Europe or the United States. Even the poor were used to eating chicken once a day. Then, beginning at 3:00 a.m. on January 17, precisely targeted bombs and missiles had thrust Baghdad and its 3.5 million inhabitants abruptly back into the third world.
There was no power because all the power stations had been knocked out in the first days of bombing. The people of the city huddled in darkness. The stench of decaying meat hung over the more prosperous districts as steaks in carefully stocked freezers slowly rotted. In the hospitals, doctors trained in the finest medical schools in Europe operated by flashlight.
Like any advancedsociety, Iraq had been totally dependent on electricity. Water came from the wide Tigris River that flows through the city, pumped and purified by what had been one of the most modern and efficient systems in the world. Now a jury-rigged system brought a muddy brown liquid spluttering out of the taps for just one hour a day. Oil billions had given the city an up-to-date sewage system, but the pumps at the treatment plants had been silent since the power generators had been hit, and every day 15 million gallons of untreated sewage poured into the Tigris.
Few cars moved along the streets and tree-lined avenues because the gas stations had long since exhausted their supplies and al-Dohra, along with all other Iraqi refineries, had been smashed in the bombing. In the sparse traffic, black smoke poured from the exhausts of some vehicles, a symptom of watered-down gas available on the black market at a hundred times the prewar price.
Familiar landmarks lay in ruins, like the handsome Jumhuriya Bridge across the Tigris in the city center, now trisected by allied bombs. Surviving bridges had old sacking draped over the sides and little saplings tied to the railings, a vain effort to deceive the computers and laser-targeting systems of the enemy weapons. Symbols of authority, like the Ministry of Justice, at first glance seemingly untouched, were empty shells, their insides gutted by high explosives. The phones had stopped working when two laser-guided bombs had hit the communications center across from the Mansour Melia Hotel and melted the satellite dishes on the roof, isolating Iraqis from the outside world and each other.
The air was full of smoke from the burning refinery and from piles of tires set alight during the war to confuse allied warplanes. The restaurants on Sadoun Street were shuttered and empty, replaced by curbside cooking fires fueled by branches torn from trees by the bombs. Over everything there hung the yellow haze of a winter fog.
Somewhere beneath the gloom was the man who had caused the disaster, President Saddam Hussein, his thoughts and actions, even his whereabouts in those dramatic days, a mystery to his people and to the outside world.
Physically, he had changed since the war had begun. In the months of crisis between his invasion of Kuwait on August 2, 1990, and the start of the United States-led counterattack in January 1991, the Iraqi leader had played to a global audience. Sleek in the beautiful silk suits created by his Armenian tailor, Saddam had sat in his palaces declaiming to visiting statesmen and journalists on the justice of that invasion, defying the international coalition that was building up its forces to oust him.
Now the president of Iraq moved about his capital like a man on the run. Like the rest of the high command, he had been careful to stay out of the underground command bunkers built for the war against the Iranians in the 1980s. He had known that the Americans would carefully target these places and that their bombs could--and did--penetrate the thickest concrete. The bombing had stopped, but still he was sleeping in a different house every few nights, staying mainly in the middle-class al-Tafiya district of the city, quiet because many of its inhabitants had fled Baghdad.
Once upon a time, Saddam had sought to confuse potential assassins about his movements by deploying whole fleets of identical Mercedeses, choosing the convoy he would use only at the last minute and dispatching the others in different directions as a distraction. These days Saddam drove only in cheap, inconspicuous cars, accompanied by a single bodyguard--a colonel who himself wore no insignia of rank. The few trusted aides and intimates he visited saw a shrunken figure. He had lost as much as forty pounds in the first month of the war. Now the olive-green uniform of his ruling Baath Party hung ever more loosely on him. "I don't know what God will bring tomorrow," he remarked despairingly to one of his intelligence chiefs. Out of the Ashes. Copyright © by Andrew Cockburn. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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