From the Los Angeles Times:
U.S. analysts also erred in their analysis of high-altitude satellite photos, repeatedly confusing Scud missile storage places with the short, half-cylindrical sheds typically used to house poultry in Iraq. As a result, as the war neared, two teams of U.N. weapons experts acting on U.S. intelligence scrambled to search chicken coops for missiles that were not there.
“We inspected a lot of chicken farms,” said a former inspector who asked not to be identified because he now works with U.S. intelligence. His U.N. team printed “Ballistic Chicken Farm Inspection Team” on 20 gray T-shirts to mark the futile hunt.
Is it just me, or would that make a really bitchin’ name for a punk rock band?
(Thanks to Mark for forwarding.)
With Trump’s war with Iran it reminded me of the 2006 book The Best War Ever by Sheldon Rampton and John Stauber. Do you think the UN Balistic Chicken Farm Inspectors should be recalled?