Ann Jones

Cross-posted from TomDispatch.com Over the years, Ann Jones has confronted some of the most daunting and depressing issues
There have been so many claims of "progress" these last 14 years (and so many air strike apologies as well) and yet each announcement of further success seems to signal the very opposite.
Another week, another revelation about spying by the National Security Agency. This time, it was the NSA's infiltration of online video games and virtual realms like World of Warcraft and Second Life.
As for conditions among women in the area where the Fort Carson infantry are stationed, it's worth noting that Kandahar is one of several southern provinces in Afghanistan where the UN reported, in September, 2012, that one million children suffer acute malnourishment.
At 73, Ann Jones strapped on body armor and headed to war so you didn't have to. She watched the sort of "meatball surgery" that would have left you doubled over and retching.
When, in 1976 at age 32, I first became an editor at a mainstream publishing house, I had just one urge: I wanted to bring new voices, as young as I was, into the world; I wanted, as I used to say at the time, to publish "voices from elsewhere."
Our second longest war has already played Houdini, doing a remarkable disappearing job in "the homeland." Almost 12 years after it began, no one here, it seems, is considering how to assess American "success" on that distant battlefield.
We can see evidence of this in all these articles. We send drone attacks to quell violence that is stoked by drone attacks
If you're looking for the man who once asked, "how do you ask a man to be the last man to die for a mistake?" you better keep looking. The senator seems to have left him behind.
Conditions in Afghanistan are acutely compartmentalized. Reports from one village can be bright and optimistic while another locale is rife with atrocities towards women and girls.