M.O.S.E.S.
(Massive Overlay of Suffusing Endothermic Suppression)

Saddam had become a seething snake unleashed in the Great City.  From the current raging ground and overground fire, he has now taken a slithering refuge into a massive web of reinforced caverns underground.  Conventional strategizing would pursue the path of bunker-busting bombing and burning to penetrate hundreds of meters of earth and tens of feet of steel.   Fire!  Fire!  All our weapons employ fire.  

Yet the German designer of those bunkers has claimed some have been built to withstand 20-kiloton nuclear warheads.  And Lt. Col. Resad Fazlic, a retired Yugoslav Army officer who helped build some of the subterranean fortresses, believes they are “almost impossible” to destroy. 

So is a doomsday application of a pulsating, penetrating hellacious inferno really the solution to Saddam’s debunkering?  Shall we pursue a policy of more and more and more until the mushroom clouds forming over Baghdad are no longer the sort that don’t irradiate?

On a clear night, look to the sky but fix your eyes not upon the planets or any visible stars.  Darkness is all you’ll see.  Blackness is the distinguishing characteristic of all in the Great un-Be.  But let us not forget, it is not the darkness that kills (or preempts the genesis of life) in the farthest reaches of the cosmos, but … the Cold. 

Dr. Victor Fries, one of the most brilliant scientists and cryogenic researchers for Gothcorp, was inspired by the story below (by Rumi, 13th century mystic and Persian poet) wherein he (Dr. Fries)  interpreted ‘the snake’ to be Saddam.  Thus inspired, he has envisioned a new weapon system dubbed MOSES that would suck the heat out of the bunkers and render the hardened, buried steel and nuclear-bomb-denying caverns a frozen wasteland…

Listen to this, and hear the mystery inside:
A snakecatcher went into the mountains to find a snake.

He wanted a friendly pet, and one that would amaze
audiences, but he was looking for a reptile, something
that has no knowledge of friendship.
It was winter.
In the deep snow he saw a frighteningly huge dead snake.
He was afraid to touch it, but he did.
In fact he dragged the thing into Baghdad,
hoping people would pay to see it.

This is how foolish we've become!
A human being is a huge mountain range!
Snakes are fascinated by us !
Yet we sell ourselves to look at a dead snake.
We are like beautiful satin used to patch burlap.

"Come and see the dragon I killed, and hear the adventures!"
That's what he announced, and a large crowd came,
but the dragon was not dead just dormant!
He set up his show at a crossroads.
The ring of gawking people got thicker, everybody
on tiptoe, men and women, noble and peasant, all
packed together unconscious of their differences.
It was like the Resurrection!

He began to unwind the thick ropes and remove
the cloth coverings he'd wrapped it so well in.

Some little movement.
The hot Iraqi sun had woken
the terrible life. The people nearest started screaming.
Panic! The dragon tore easily and hungrily
loose, killing many instantly.
The snake catcher stood there, frozen.
"What have I brought out of the mountains?"
The snake braced against a post
and crushed the man and consumed him.

The snake is your animal soul. When you bring it
into the hot air of your wanting-energy, warmed
by that and by the prospect of power and wealth,
it does massive damage.
Leave it in the snow mountains.
Don't expect to oppose it with quietness
and sweetness and wishing.
The nafs don't respond to those,
and they can't be killed. It takes a Moses to deal
with such a beast, to lead it back, and make it lie down
in the snow. But there was no Moses then,
Hundreds of thousands died.
 
—Rumi Home Page