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- THE GULF WAR, Page 57A Review: Performin' Norman at Center Stage
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- He lacks the heroic mien -- steel forged in Camelot -- of
- central casting's great military strategists: Wellington,
- MacArthur, Cordesman. His stare, which can be ferocious, is
- undercut by a fretful brow; the small, almost gentle features
- are stranded in his moon of a face. And no fellow shaped like
- a nose tackle is going to cut a chic figure in those desert
- jammies. You look for John Wayne, and you find Jonathan Winters
- crossed with Willard Scott: a lunch-pail lug who should be
- shambling into the Cheers bar to a chorus of "Norm!" Norm? Is
- that any name for a general? And is it absurd or poetic that
- the successor to Arnold Schwarzenegger as America's favorite
- macho man should be H. Norman Schwarzkopf?
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- Poetic will do. For in his briefing last Wednesday, the
- coalition commander showed Americans not their handsomest face
- but their best one. Gruff and compassionate, speaking in
- flinty, illuminating sentences, Schwarzkopf made sense of the
- battle plan in its grandeur and awful human cost. Though he is
- the first U.S. general since Ike to earn gloating rights, he
- refused to preen. Perhaps he tacitly recognized that Iraq was
- not the most formidable foe -- closer to Grenada than to Nazi
- Germany in war-making savvy and casualties inflicted. But one
- suspects that this man's tone would be the same at the end of
- any war: a powerfully plainspoken mixture of triumph, requiem
- and relief.
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- For 57 minutes, without toupee or TelePrompTer, Schwarzkopf
- displayed all the seductiveness of the performer's art. He
- prowled like a stand-up comic, permitted himself the occasional
- thin smile, inflected his stats with Bob Hope-style throwaway
- lines ("But I gotta tell ya . . . "). When asked to appraise
- Saddam's soldiering skills, he snorted a "Ha!," then launched
- into a catalog of caustic irony. He tamped his rage into
- questions intimidating ("Have you ever been in a minefield?")
- and rhetorical ("Do I fear a cease-fire?"). But the most
- moving moment came when he caught himself describing the low
- allied casualty rate as "miraculous." Then his emotions briefly
- stumbled over his eloquence. "It will never be ra . . .
- miraculous to the families of those people," and here he drew
- in a taut breath, "but it is miraculous." He was the grieving
- father to every lost allied soul.
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- Americans, it is said, insist on reducing politics to show
- biz. And in the gulf, the theater of war was also, maybe
- mainly, a theater. As the New York Times's Malcolm Browne
- notes, "This war seemed to smell more of greasepaint than of
- death." In time, other odors may rise, as the nation weighs the
- war's cost in American dollars and Arab lives. But last week
- Schwarzkopf gave the U.S. a warrior to be proud of. Others
- might see glamour in the allied victory; he would carry the
- memory of the dead on his burly shoulders. His Great Performance
- was so convincing, not because he knew it would be the finest
- speech of the war, but because he hoped it would be the last.
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- By Richard Corliss.
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