I'd love to say....

That American Special Ops were making headlines in Iraq. I really would. I'm proud of the US Army, and I brag on 'em as much as possible.

But this is even better:

Iraqi Special Operations Forces captured a senior Mahdi Army commander with "close ties" to Muqtada al Sadr's office in Najaf on June 19. Two other senior Mahdi Army commanders in Baghdad and Hillah were captured on June 20 and 21.

The people that the Democrat American Communist Party wanted to abandon from the moment we set foot in Iraq are now conducting Special Ops missions, and kicking ass.

The three arrests come as the Iraqi military is pressing its operation in the Mahdi Army stronghold in the southern province of Maysan. The Mahdi Army has surrendered the provincial capital of Amarah without firing a shot, and six senior Sadrists, including the mayor of Amarah, have been detained. Security has also tightened in the neighboring provinces of Wasit, Dhi Qhar, and Basrah.

This day would have never come if we had listened to the shrieking idiots of the Left. The Iraqi Military is proving it's worth in mission after mission. It hasn't been a perfect road to this point, sure. There've been some bumps along the way. But dammit, it's worth it. And it's damn near the only way to bring some stability to an area of the planet that has seen damn little stability in it's recent history. And to the defeatists, the nay-sayers, the people who wanted us to fail, who wanted us to pack up and go home, let me quote the good President Roosevelt to you:

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.—Theodore Roosevelt, Speech at the Sorbonne, Paris, April 23, 1910

My emphasis there. The Left wanted us to pack up and leave Iraq to the tender mercy of Iran. Yeah. That would have done a fat lot of good, right? We stay. We fight. We finish the job. We do what has to be done.

Or we suffer the consequences.