The skype
conversation
A Pincer
Movement
An
excerpt
‘The
death toll meanwhile among the demonstrators is seven men, but three
hundred and twenty six demonstrators were injured Your Excellency.’
Al-Abadi secretary informed his boss through the intercom.
‘Thanks
Majid but what were the sounds of explosions that we heard a few
moments ago, have we been attacked by car bombs or suicide bombers?’
‘No
Your Excellency it must be the demonstrators frustrated leaders, who
are responsible for the firing of mortar bombs and two Katyusha
missiles; it was launched from the Baladiat and the Palestine streets
towards the Green Zone, it hasn’t been confirmed yet Your
Excellecy, but it’s taken care of by the police.’
‘Were
there any damages to government buildings or to foreign embassies?’
‘No
Your Excellency the missiles and the mortar bombs fell into the
river, it seems that the launch was meant to be a warning.’
‘I see
and thanks Majid, I’m about to fly to the front line now, and when
I’ll return I want a full report on the demonstrations, the
casualties and the arrests of al-Sadr’s followers by our interior
ministry.’ With these instructions he went down to the enclosed
parking lot of the main government building, and boarded a waiting
air force Mi-28-NE helicopter and met with his small entourage to
this trip, which waited for him inside the helicopter’s bowels.
The
helicopter’s engine was switched on, and they flew to the joint
headquarters of the operation deputy commander Lieutenant General
Rasheed and the Nineveh operations commander Major General Jabouri,
which moved closer to Mosul just recently.
As soon
as they landed on the trapez like helicopters’ landing area, and
they got out al-Abadi’s Smartphone rang. It was his loyal seretary
informing him that Iran deputy president Eshaq Jahanjiri wishes to
have a skype conversation with him.
He had to
delay for a few seconds the two Generals welcome and honor parade in
front of the headquarters huge tent, and he thanked his secretary and
switched off his Smartphone, ready to shake the two commanders’
hands. While his entourage members waited in a row, al-Abadi with the
two Generals on both his sides reviewed the parade of honor, and led
the way to the headquarters tent. He expressed his wish to have an
urgent skype conversation, as soon as the welcome ceremony was over;
and indeed Lieutenant General Rasheed ordered his adjutant to rush
before them inside and prepare a suitable big size screen and a
computer, to enable the prime minister and to carry out the urgent
conversation with Teheran.
The skype
conversation was an embarrassing experience to everyone present at
the headquarters tent, Jahanjiri addressed al-Abadi with obvious
rudeness; and asked him in fluent Arabic but without any polite
traditional prelimaries, whether he had an answer from Ankara
concerning the evacuation of the Turkish troops from Bashiqa camp and
the Iraqi soil.
‘Not
yet but we’ll update you when we’ll have one, ila-alliqa
(farewell), and the offended and proud al-Abadi cut off resolutely
the skype conversation.
‘Cheers
to His Excellency our supreme commander!’ Lieutenant General
Rasheed cried out enthusiastically, and everyone present in the
headquarters tent reacted with shouts of praise and exultation, in
al-Abadi’s honor.
‘Your
Excellency has defender our honor.’ General Rasheed hastened to
declare as soon as the cheeful shouts subsided.
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© Haim Kadman 2017 - all rights reserved
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