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Peace Enforcers
Dan Harvey
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To Hugo
Note: The opinions offered in this book are those of the author only
and do not reflect those of the Defence Forces.
“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Plato
Contents
T
hey came to Sheikh Ali Yahya Omar’s village at dawn,
their faces obscured with scarves, and when they left
hours later, dozens lay dead. Like everyone in Darfur,
Sheikh Omar had heard stories of the feared militias known
as the Janjaweed, but nothing could have prepared him for
the terror of that day. The air rang with the sound of gunfire
and screaming. In the havoc that followed, his family scattered
in every direction. Some fled to nearby camps; others sought
sanctuary over the border in Chad. When I met him in Gaga,
a sprawling refugee camp in eastern Chad, in November 2008,
Sheikh Omar’s resolve was slowly turning to fatalism. As the
days spent as a refugee turned into months and then years,
the prospect of returning home had become ever more remote.
“We will go back when the problem in Darfur is solved,” he
sighed. “But only God knows when that will be.”
Countless such stories were to be found among the
interrupted lives that played out within the perimeters of
Gaga. The camp, less than 100 km from where Chad ends and
Sudan begins, is home to more than twenty thousand Darfuris
who crossed over the border to escape the violence that has
roiled their homeland since 2003. People like Noor Rasham
Hasabullah, a woman haunted by what she witnessed before
she left Darfur—marauding militiamen pitching children into
fires or pots of boiling water, and the crumpled bodies of her
dead neighbours lying on sand darkened with blood. Or Hawa
Abdullah Omar, who pulled up her sleeve to reveal the puckered
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scar that has remained on her upper arm since she was shot
the day her village was attacked. Mothers told me how the
sound of a plane overhead prompts the children of Gaga to
run and hide because it reminds them of the terrifying roar
of an approaching Antonov, the aircraft used by the Sudanese
government to carry out bombing raids on the villages of
Darfur.
Gaga is one of 12 refugee camps strung along Chad’s eastern
flank. According to the United Nations High Commissioner
for Refugees (UNHCR), more than two hundred and fifty
thousand Darfuri refugees languish in the region. All are
survivors of a conflict that erupted in early 2003, when rebels
took up arms against the government in Khartoum, accusing
it of marginalising the western regions of Sudan. Since then,
fighting between rebels, government forces and allied militia
groups has forced more than two and a half million Darfuris
from their homes. The UN estimates that over three hundred
thousand people have died since the conflict started, most of
these as a result of starvation and disease.
It was stories like that of Sheikh Omar, Noor and Hawa
that helped give impetus to what was to later prove the most
ambitious deployment of troops under the banner of the
European Union—the mission known as EUFOR. The UN-
mandated force, which would eventually have 26 countries
(including Ireland) represented within its ranks, was tasked
with creating a secure local environment in eastern Chad to
protect civilians and ensure the delivery of humanitarian aid.
Those fleeing Darfur did not find the peace they sought
across the border. The conflict in Darfur had only exacerbated
neighbouring Chad’s multiple woes. In the months leading up
to EUFOR’s deployment, the situation had become particularly
acute. Clashes between local ethnic and tribal groups in eastern
Chad ran in tandem with guerrilla attacks by rebel factions
battling to oust the country’s president, Idriss Déby. Militias
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and bandits swept back and forth across the porous border with
Sudan. The ensuing violence had driven almost two hundred
thousand Chadians from their homes and into hastily erected
IDP (Internally Displaced Persons) camps. The instability had
also severely hampered the ability of humanitarian agencies to
reach those in need. Camps were raided and aid workers were
attacked. Scores of vehicles belonging to aid agencies were
stolen in desert car-jackings.
I made several reporting trips to the region, both in advance
of and during EUFOR’s deployment. It is fair to say that news of
the proposed mission was initially greeted with much scepticism.
Apart from the logistical challenge of rolling out such a force
in the remote terrain of eastern Chad, this was a complex
theatre of conflict. Multiple actors and ever-shifting loyalties
combined to produce a deadly effect. As Lieutenant General
Pat Nash (the Irishman who served as EUFOR’s operational
commander) was to put it half-way through the deployment:
“We’re somebody’s friend today and enemy tomorrow.”
In Chad, as in some of the contributing nations, there was
much muttering about hidden agendas, given that French
soldiers were to make up the backbone of the mission. Chad’s
former colonial power retains a significant military presence in
the country, and French troops stationed there had, on several
occasions, assisted Déby in his battle against rebel factions.
There was concern that this could compromise EUFOR’s
neutrality and provoke rebel attacks. In the weeks leading
up to the deployment, representatives of the Chadian rebel
alliance, their voices crackling on satellite phones, told me that
Irish soldiers would be considered a hostile force if they served
alongside French troops as part of EUFOR. Some months
later, however, the rebels had changed their minds, telling
me EUFOR had demonstrated its neutrality and relations of
“mutual respect” had been established.
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Mary Fitzgerald
Foreign Affairs Correspondent, The Irish Times, July 2010.
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- Acknowledgements -
A
s a young boy with three brothers and a sister, I
remember once innocently asking a sometimes stern
maiden aunt whether life on her own was a little sad.
Perhaps touched by my earnestness, she replied kindly but
matter-of-factly to my concerned enquiry, “Once you can read
a book, you need never be lonely.” Her forthright response
both surprised and comforted me, and a lifelong love of
reading ensued. To this day, I relish the thrill of opening a book
and accessing a whole other world, becoming absorbed by a
story’s energy and emotion, living the characters’ experiences
and endings and suffering the anxiety of simultaneously
wanting and not wanting a story to end. As the years passed,
I progressed professionally and personally. I experienced all of
life’s associated challenges and compromises, but my love of
reading remained throughout it all. Later in my life, I began
to reverse the process, and instead of merely reading, I began
putting words on paper.
In my duty as a soldier in the Irish Defence Forces, I found
myself involved with a bloody and brutal conflict in Chad. I
witnessed much human suffering. I was part of the European
Union’s peace-enforcement mission to the region, and it was an
extraordinary expedition, undertaken against all the odds, in
a far away region. Our mission was extremely dangerous, and
the chances of success were very far from certain.
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- Prologue -
S
uddenly, stepping out onto the track from the dense
head-high elephant grass, the Baluba tribesmen quickly
formed into a war party. They were carrying bows and
arrows whose tips had been dipped in the fatal venom of black
mamba snakes, as well as spears, hatchets, knives and clubs.
They strode forward six abreast; there were perhaps forty in
all, with as many more in the thick undergrowth. Without
warning, they started screaming and shouting wildly as they
flung themselves at the hapless 11-man Irish patrol. Firing a
hail of arrows, they set upon the Irish, roaring raucously and
yelling. The overwhelming number of their opponents shocked
the Irishmen, but they fought for their lives, desperately
defending themselves from being bludgeoned and hacked to
death. They tried valiantly to stay alive, but sadly their efforts
were in vain. Only two survived.
The “Niemba Ambush” was a seminal moment for Ireland
and the Defence Forces. Occurring only three months after
the first Irish contingent was deployed—it was a stark reality
check. The dead Irish peacekeepers were given a state funeral,
and over half a million people turned out in Dublin to witness
the funeral cortege as it made its way through the capital to
Glasnevin cemetery.
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Chapter One
- Devils on Horseback -
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t was pitch black; the sun had not yet risen. The clattering
of hooves went unheard by the village inhabitants, still fast
asleep in their beds. They were happily unaware they were
about to be violently awoken to a nightmare, propelled from
tranquillity to turmoil in a split second. A turbulence of torture
and torment was about to be unleashed by the marauding
militiamen, riding hard through the rocks and scrubland over
the arid, red sands of the Sahel region of Darfur. Murder,
mutilation and rape ensued. The sounds of gunshots and the
screams and shrieks of terror-stricken women and children
filled the early morning air. It was a cacophony of chaos, a
maelstrom of madness, and it wasn’t over yet.
Two young girls, hiding in a hut in the midst of the mayhem,
had failed to make it out of the village in time and were now
the focus of the militiamen’s attention. The attackers were the
Janjaweed, the “Devils on Horseback”. They circled the hut
on their mounts, laughing and jeering, enjoying their game.
Unable to bear the baiting any longer, the elder of the distraught
girls made a desperate dash for freedom, attempting to draw
the tormentors away from her younger sister. The men were
momentarily wrong-footed by her agility and taken aback at
her sudden escape.
The girl ran quickly, driven by terror and the innate instinct
to survive and protect her younger sibling. Her will and agility
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