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'Syria is not a revolution any more – this is civil war'
Rivalry between rebels and Islamists has replaced the uprising's lofty ideals, leaving veteran commanders despairing
A Free Syrian Army fighter in front of a burning barricade in the Ain Tarma neighbourhood of Damascus, in January. Photograph: Goran Tomasevic/Reuters
For three men in northern
Syria, the second civil war started shortly after the first staggered into a quagmire of sectarian violence. The goals of the first war – freedom,
Islam, social equality of some sort – were replaced by betrayal, defeat and anger towards rival militias, jihadis and foreign powers fighting in Syria.
Like many others, the three men are bewildered at what has become of their war. Their alliances – and their goals – are shifting. The regime is far away, the jihadis are near – and seem unstoppable. Their resources are dwindling; their families are shattered. Their villages and farm lands are lost to regime militias. Their allies are at best unreliable, and at worst actively conspiring against them.
They are a businessman, a smuggler and an army defector who became respectively the political officer, treasurer and military commander of a once-formidable battalion in northern Syria.
The businessman is the shrewdest: a tall, wide-shouldered man with a square head and thinning hair. A devout Salafi, he was once a rich man in Homs, but after two and half years of war, most of his fortune has been spent on arms and ammunition. What remains of his wealth is being slowly drained by the families of his dead, injured and missing relatives, many of them languishing in refugee camps.
On a cold autumn evening he sat in the courtyard of a newly built concrete house on the Turkish side of the Syrian border – the latest in a string of temporary homes since his house was razed by the Syrian government in the early days of the revolution.
"I need Bashar [al-Assad] to last for two more years," said the businessman. "It would be a disaster if the regime fell now: we would split into mini-states that would fight among each other. We'll be massacring each other – tribes, Islamists and battalions.
"Maybe if the regime lasts for a few more years we can agree on the shape of the new Syria. At least then we might end up with three states rather than 10," he said. Meanwhile, the killings and massacres will continue, until sectarian cleansing has been carried out in all of Syria's cities and regions, he added. "There will be either Alawites or Sunnis. Either them or us. Maybe in 10 years we will all be bored with fighting and learn how to coexist." He paused, then added: "In 10 years maybe, not now."
The battalion that the three men were part of was once the darling of the rebels' foreign backers: Qatari royalty, Saudi preachers and Kuwaiti MPs all donated money and funnelled weapons to them. The businessman regularly met Turkish military intelligence officers on the border who safeguarded his arms shipments from Mediterranean ports.
But as jihadi influence grew among the opposition forces, the battalion's position came under threat. A clash – as much about resources as it was about ideology – was inevitable. A jihadi leader was assassinated and the battalion was forced from its footholds in the oil-rich east. Further divisions within the battalion followed and some of its men left to join other factions or set up their own.
Gulf dignitaries accused the three men of sowing dissent in the Muslim community and financial backers switched their support to other battalions with a stricter Islamic outlook.
As his brother spread out blankets on the porch, the businessman stared up at the night sky, and smoked his last cigarette of the day. "This is not a revolution against a regime any more, this is a civil war," he said.
Posters of Bashar al-Assad are burned during a protest against his regime in April 2012, in Binnish. Photograph: John Cantlie/Getty Images
The next day, in a sparsely furnished living room with thinly whitewashed walls and bare wires sprouting from electrical sockets, the smuggler and the businessman sat on sofas and argued about a missing shipment of rockets. The smuggler had worked the secret routes across Lebanon's border from the age of 11; he was shot at for the first time aged 12 and ran his own network when he was barely 17. He is proud never to have owned an ID card or a passport in his life. He fidgeted and moved constantly, tapping on his smartphone, buying arms, selling rockets, importing cars and arranging schooling for his many nephews and nieces.
He opened Google Earth on his phone, zooming in closer and closer until the screen showed a small grey square: the house where his family used to live. "Before, all my family was in Syria, and I worried about them. Now, they've got out but I have lost my land. I have reached a point of despair," he said.
"I feel I can't breathe. I have 20 people to look after – to feed them and school them – and it's not a matter of months, but years. I was in the revolution at the beginning, and I used to think that was going to be progress – but now we have lost everything. We don't talk about military plans and hitting the regime – now the plotting is against each other."
Defection
The third man worked as a shepherd as a child, spending long weeks trekking alone with his sheep in the arid hills of southern Syria. School was a two-mile (3km) hike; like many young Bedouins from his region, he joined the military as soon as he graduated from high school. He eventually became a lieutenant.
Soon after the revolution began in early 2011, he defected, joining other rebel officers in the north. He made his reputation when his unit attacked an army base and captured several tanks. He became the commander of one the rebel forces' first armoured battalions.
In those days, he was lean and tense, with a wispy Che Guevara beard; his looks and his heroism inspired devotion in his men. He read history books, and drew lessons from the Russian partisans' tactics in the second world war.
Like most Bedouins, he spoke rarely, and when he did open his mouth, he was frank to the point of rudeness. But amid the chaos of civil war, he was keen to impose discipline: every morning he would drive around his base, inspecting his men's uniforms and weapons. "How do you impose discipline?" he would muse. "There is nothing that can make your fighters do things if they don't want to. There is no military order; I don't pay them money and I can't put them in jail. The bond between you and your men comes from battle: if they respect you as a fighter, they will follow you."
After travelling into Syria, the businessman and the smuggler arrived where the lieutenant was staying with some of his men. They found him sitting on the floor, absorbed with his iPad, which was emitting a stream of battle sounds and explosive sound effects. Briefly, he raised his head to greet the other two, then returned to his computer game.
Dressed in a dirty white vest and combat trousers, he seemed much older.
The businessman and the smuggler sat down beside him, and a lunch of boiled potatoes in watery soup and rice was served. The lieutenant ate in silence and turned back to his iPad before finally addressing his two friends.
"I am now in an impossible situation. The army is ahead of me and they are surrounding from behind."
Soldiers loyal to Assad cheer while raising their weapons in the Aleppo countryside, this month. Photograph: George Ourfalian/Reuters
"They" were the al-Qaida-linked group Islamic State of Iraq and al-Sham (Isis), which is directly linked to the main al-Qaida group in Iraq.
Recognised as a ferocious fighting force, it has also won a reputation for efficiency and governance in the areas it runs – a fact reflected in a name locals use for the faction:
Dawla – the Arabic word for "the state".
"I can't defeat them and the army. I am about to collapse. I can hold out for a month or two at most. Isis are expanding in a fearful way."
He described how Isis gained territory by co-opting local rebel battalions, then replacing them with more loyal jihadi units. "I tell other commanders: 'Let's make a deal, let's unite against the jihadis. If we take over the northern border strip we can strangle them." He flashed a bitter smile before continuing: "But we can't even decide to unite against Bashar – how can we unite against Islamists?"
The three men drove down to the battalion base. The lieutenant pointed at a town of low-rise buildings. This was al-Dana, the jihadi capital of the region.
"They control cities: once you control a town you control the surrounding villages," the lieutenant said. "Within a month they will control this area and you won't be able to move without passing through their checkpoints. And then they will try to control the region from here to the Turkish border."
When they reached the base, the lieutenant sank down in a corner. He seemed weary. "I have been fighting for two years and a half. Tell me: what have I achieved? All I think about is attacking this checkpoint, getting that tank – maybe using the tank to attack another checkpoint.
"In all this time did I ever think of establishing governance? Did I consider working with the civilians in the areas under my control to get electricity or provide anything? The jihadis are better: they provide governance. In two and a half years, I have built nothing. Kill me, and my battalion collapses. Kill the jihadis, and the institutions they have founded will survive."
He sighed. "I feel bogged down in gossip. I want to get away from here and forget the absurdity of war. The liberated areas are in chaos: there is more purity on the frontlines."
The businessman was heading out to arrange a truce with a local jihadi commander. "The collision with them is already happening, but I need time to get support. You can't stop their project but you can reduce the harm: instead of fighting all the jihadis, we'll fight just a couple of factions," he said.
As a young man, he had spent years watching his father and other clan elders solving problems by building up local alliances. Now he tries the same methods in the midst of a war.
The Khaled bin Walid in Homs after Syrian army shelling, in July 2013. Photograph: Shaam News Network /AFP/Getty Images
"I don't fear the military factions – they are just gunmen: you buy their weapons or kill their commanders. I fear the tribes and the Islamists: the tribal fighters are only loyal to their tribe, and the Islamists are only loyal to their dogmas."
"For example, we have problem with Dawla Isis but they won't come and attack us directly – that would be too costly for them and they don't have an excuse. What they do is attack the weaker units on the pretext that their commander is a bandit or a looter – they only fight one force at a time."
"I don't want to give them a pretext to kill me, because I can't stand against them on my own."The lieutenant's men had been attacking a government outpost in a farmhouse on Hama's eastern plains with tanks and a few heavy artillery pieces. The rebel unit had moved down to Hama province in an attempt to open a new front – partly to break the stalemate at the front and partly in an attempt to capture fresh supplies from government outposts. Some of the loot would be sold to feed the men – the rest would be added to the unit's armoury.
After three days, the house was reduced to rubble but the troops inside were still holding out. The lieutenant was getting agitated that the operation was taking so long, and on the third day, he ordered his most prized weapon – a Russian T-72 tank – into battle.
For five hours the tank ground along a narrow road through pine forests and scattered villages of small houses and ancient Roman ruins. The straight lines of the Roman remains stood in contrast to meek and ugly village houses. Sometimes the two architectures mixed: a Roman archway became part of a cowshed, a delicate column supported a crude balcony of breeze blocks and metal sheets.
In a car following the tank, the lieutenant considered his options. "Wherever you turn, your choices are difficult," he said. "Do I sell my tanks and artillery and give the money to my men? Do I lose my weapons to the Islamists in the coming war? Do I destroy them?
"We have reached the end of the line: if we don't get support, we will lose. Soon it will be: either you give allegiance to the Islamists or are killed."
We drove down from the hills on to the Hama plains. Passing through a small market town, the massive tank negotiated a narrow lane between pick-ups piled high with red peppers and aubergines. The car radio was tuned to a government station playing the Lebanese singer Fairouz, who sang about love and loss, before a news bulletin came on and the presenter described how all "terrorists" had been cleared from Hama province. "Oh you terrorists, you will be defeated, defeated, defeated!" the presenter declaimed. Silence fell in the car.
Ancient Russian tanks – rebel and loyalist – were lobbing shells at each other across a pistachio grove like street children throwing stones in an alleyway. The explosions sent orange columns of dust into the haze of the setting sun. Near the outpost, a government tank was smouldering, and a young girl lay dead, hit by shrapnel. A group of rebels crawled through the fields for a mile until they reached the edge of the outpost.
But before they managed to scale the fortifications they were spotted – a shell landed nearby, and machine gun fire broke out, pinning them down. Two fighters kicked the dirt with their heels trying to make a shallow trench. Bullets whistled through the trees shredding leaves and tree trunks. Rebel mortars landed nearby; some of the fighters dropped their guns and withdrew. On the other side of the dyke, government troops fired at the rebels from hatches in the ruined outpost.
"If they all fight like this, this army won't give up until Bashar is dead," said the commander of the rebel attackers.
But by early evening the regime troops abandoned their position, falling back under cover of heavy shelling. The rebels packed the ruined outpost with explosives and blew it up. The attack had killed one rebel and wounded 11. The unit had used ammunition worth £43,000, and the only salvageable government weapon was a machine gun.
Syrian refugee children at Delhamiyeh, Lebanon, earlier this month. Photograph: Hussein Malla/AP
"For three days I've been attacking this checkpoint," said the lieutenant "I ask myself why, but I don't know. Maybe because I can. Maybe because I need to keep my men busy. But honestly, I don't know the purpose of all this. In Syria, everyone has lost. No one is winning."
As we drove back to the rebel base, the road was lit by a full moon, and Fairouz was on the radio again – this time singing a tune from an old musical set in a Lebanese mountain village transformed into a battlefield by two feuding families.
The lieutenant listened for a while and then said: "After almost three years of war, we've discovered that we are good fighters but bad politicians. We know how to carry a rifle, but we don't know who is benefitting from this."
The next day, the lieutenant decided he needed a break from war. A few days later, the smuggler, the lieutenant and another rebel officer were walking in an Istanbul shopping centre packed with Arab tourists. After two and a half years, the two men said they had finally decided to leave Syria and the war for good.
They stopped at a Starbucks, where they sat laughing at each other's jokes. They had Nike shopping bags and new jeans, and the smuggler was – as usual – fidgeting with his phone. "I don't know what are we doing here," he laughed. "Back home, the world is collapsing."
Later, in the food court upstairs, the smuggler and the lieutenant ate lunch with another man, a people-smuggler, who told them how they could be spirited across the border into Greece and from there into Italy, where they could start a new life with their families.
Trust
By the end of the meal, they had agreed on a plan. The man told them to be ready to leave the next day – $2,000 (£1,250) would be deposited with a colleague, to be handed over when they reached Italy.
After their contact had left, the smuggler turned to the lieutenant, and asked him: "Do you trust him?"
"I don't trust anyone." They went downstairs to Zara, where they could buy clothes for the trip.
The businessman came to Istanbul the next day and drove to a large hotel for a conference of centre-right Islamists who had gathered to express support for Egypt's
Muslim Brotherhood. The lobby was filled with preachers and religious dignitaries from around the Arab world, Syrian rebel commanders, and a group of Kuwaiti politicians. On one side, a Sudanese man in extravagant headgear held court. Further on, an Emirati sheikh chatted amiably with an Iraqi MP wanted on charges of terrorism. The mix felt like the crowd in the Star Wars bar.
In the midst of this, in walked the businessman. He was wearing the same cheap trainers he had been wearing in Syria, khaki trousers and a T-shirt, and struggled to keep a straight face as he walked between the small circles of men speaking in grandiose terms about the glory of Islam, western conspiracies and the Syrian tragedy.
"We kept telling them: if you keep supporting the jihadis you will destroy the revolution. That Kuwaiti MP who now talks of moderation was the same one who sent the money to the jihadis."
UN chemical weapons inspectors in Damascus, in August. Photograph: Reuters
In his room, he lit a cigarette and gestured at his surroundings. The room's luxury stood in contrast to his simple clothes and filthy shoes.
"This room costs €200 [£170] a night. This whole conference could have armed a battalion for months of fighting. [But] I have to find money otherwise we might lose the lieutenant: I know he wants to leave – not because he's scared, but because he is running from his debts."
One afternoon a few days later the lieutenant, the smuggler and the other commander went out for a walk in the warm sunshine. Children chased pigeons; tourists posed for pictures. Overhead, a plane was coming into land. The commander pulled the collar of his shirt, speaking into an imaginary microphone: "Air defence! Air defence!"
"Airplane approaching! You could bring it down with a heavy machine gun," retorted the lieutenant. The commander made a finger pistol and took aim – but the two men stopped their macabre game when they realised they were enjoying it too much.
By now, the excitement of being in Istanbul had waned: the three men walked the streets aimlessly and sat for hours in cafes. The lieutenant was adamant that he wanted to leave the war but every time the people-smuggler called, he postponed the trip a few more days. One evening, he admitted that he had tried to leave once before: he had stayed away for 25 days, but found he could not live in the world of peace: he missed the excitement, the combat, the camaraderie.
"While I'm here, I'm laughing and smiling, but I choke with tears every time I remember the men I have left behind – men who fought with me, men who were injured for me."
"I could sell my tanks and artillery for $4m and go live in Canada – but people died for these tanks."
He was sitting in a cafe perched on a hill, with the lights of oil tankers and ferries blinking from the Bosphorus below.
"If I go, they will accuse me of treason – but I am fed up with this life. I cannot attack the regime while I'm being attacked by jihadis from behind."
The lieutenant left the cafe, and there was no news of him for weeks. Nobody knew if he was still in
Turkey, or if he had gone with the people-smuggler and made his way to Italy.
When he finally called, he sounded relieved and almost cheerful. "I just couldn't do it," he said. "I couldn't leave, I went back to Syria, to fight."
Syria's brutal war within a war gains momentum - CNN.com
Syria's brutal war within a war gains momentum
By
Tim Lister, CNN
updated 10:11 AM EST, Mon November 18, 2013
A rebel fighter fires his weapon as he stands amidst rubble and debris during clashes with Syrian government forces in Deir Ezzor, Syria on November 11. More than 100,000 people have been killed, according to the United Nations, and millions uprooted from their homes and tens of thousands trapped by the relentless fighting since 2011. Click through to view the most compelling images taken since the start of the conflict.
(CNN) -- While the world has been focused on eliminating Syria's chemical weapons, a vicious war within a war has gained momentum in northern Syria. It is a complex conflict that pits al Qaeda affiliates against more moderate rebel factions and against Syria's 2-million strong Kurdish minority. But it also threatens to spill far beyond Syria's borders.
The largest Kurdish group -- the Democratic Union Party (PYD) -- raised the stakes last week by declaring the autonomous region of "western Kurdistan" in a part of Syria that normally produces about one-third of the country's oil.
Other rebel factions condemned the move as a step toward a declaration of independence and the breakup of Syria. The opposition Syrian National Council said the PYD and its allies represented "a separatist movement, disavowing any relationship between themselves and the Syrian people, who are struggling for a united nation independent and free from tyranny."
What happens in this region is of acute concern to the governments of Turkey and Iraq, and to the Kurds of northern Iraq, all of which have their own interests and allies there. For the regime of Syrian President Bashar al-Assad, Kurdish success at the expense of the Free Syrian Army and Islamists is the least worst outcome, dividing the opposition and depriving its main adversaries of an operational hinterland. The government retains military outposts in places like Qamishli, the largest Kurdish city, in what appears to be a tacit understanding with the Kurds.
several FSA fighters who had been tortured and killed; the mediator sent to negotiate for their release was also reportedly murdered.
Joshua Landis, director of the Center for Middle East Studies at the University of Oklahoma, writes that according to one former prisoner, the ISIS "emir" in Azaz is a
16-year-old who has personally taken part in the torture of captives.
Recognizing the growing threat from ISIS, the Syrian National Council has accused it of "aggression towards Syrian revolutionary forces and indifference to the lives of the Syrian people."
Islamist groups form alliance
Another al Qaeda affiliate, the al Nusra Front, is also involved in this mosaic of conflict. It has been trying to take control of areas north and east of Aleppo, Syria's largest city, attacking Kurdish villages in the process. But al Nusra and ISIS appear to loathe each other as much as they do the non-Islamist rebel groups.
Landis, who runs the blog Syria Comment, says al Nusra and another Islamist group, Ahrar al-Sham, "are working together more closely than ever both to counter ISIS and to take power from weaker factions of the Free Syria Army."
It's another sign that the Syrian opposition continues to fracture on the battlefield but also that al Nusra needs allies as it seeks to take on ISIS and the Kurds.
Kurdish militias, in turn, have evicted al Nusra from several villages along the Turkish border in recent weeks. But human rights activists claim the Kurds have also targeted Arab villages. At a local level at least, ethnic cleansing appears to be redrawing the map of northern Syria.
The PYD insists it does not want to see the breakup of Syria, nor ethnic conflict. But as in Iraq 10 years ago, the Kurds in Syria sense an opportunity to right old wrongs, and especially reverse the Arabization of Kurdish areas decreed by Bashar al Assad's father. In the 1970s, Hafez al Assad essentially rendered the Kurds stateless and encouraged Arabs to settle in areas bordering Turkey, such as Hasakah province. About 60,000 Kurds were displaced in the process.
Writing in the current edition of the Combating Terrorism Center's Sentinel, Nicholas Heras says "Hasakah presents a complex human terrain where conflict is driven by the patchwork authority of the Syrian military and local and long-standing communal antagonism. ... Hasakah's oil resources are also important and a source of frequent conflict between Arab and Kurdish armed groups. "
Heras sees an opportunity for the Kurdish militia in Hasakah province, if it protects minorities there. But it will, he writes, "need to continue to demonstrate battlefield successes against its antagonists, primarily Sunni armed groups such as the Salafi-jihadi organizations and tribal militias."
Al Qaeda-linked group strengthens hold in northern Syria
Spillover into Turkey, northern Iraq
Turkey is already seeing fighting between the Kurds and other groups spill into its territory, with errant rocket fire killing several Turkish civilians over the past few months. Turkish forces have responded with howitzers, and Turkish authorities have begun building a border wall in several areas along the 820-kilometer (510-mile) border with Syria.
Ankara doesn't want to see either al Qaeda or the Kurds prevail in northern Syria. Beset with its own Kurdish problem, it has no desire to see the PYD emerge as the dominant player. The PYD has long been an ally of the Kurdish Workers' Party (PKK) in Turkey, which has fought a guerrilla war against the Turkish state for nearly 30 years. There is now a fragile truce while negotiations on a political settlement stutter on, but should those negotiations fail, the PKK could use Syria's implosion to its advantage. Activists in northern Syria say hundreds of PKK fighters have already crossed the border.
The Turkish government has tentatively reached out to the PYD, whose leader Saleh Muslim Mohammed visited Ankara in July. But in subsequent interviews, he has accused Turkey of helping other Kurdish groups against the PYD and allowing Islamist militants to cross from Turkey into Syria, accusations denied by Ankara.
Muslim told Reuters this weekend that the Turks "are trying to divide the Kurds by bringing certain (Kurdish) parties into the Syrian National Coalition."
The Kurds of northern Iraq have also been pulled into Syria's war, not least because the fighting has pushed tens of thousands of Syrian Kurds across the border. There were just under 200,000 Syrians registered in refugee camps in northern Iraq in late October, according to UNICEF, the great majority of them Kurds.
The support of the Kurdish regional government for brethren over the border has brought a swift response from al Qaeda, which carried out two suicide bomb attacks in the Iraqi-Kurdish capital, Erbil, in September, killing several people. The Iraqi Kurdish leader, Masoud Barzani, responded by warning: "We will not hesitate in directing strikes (against) the terrorist criminals in any place."
But at the same time, Barzani is wary of the PYD's ambitions and has been trying to unite other Kurdish groups as a counterweight against it. Barzani has invested heavily in a good working relationship with Turkey -- seeing it as a route for exporting oil from northern Iraq -- and has no desire to see the PYD provoke Ankara. After its declaration of autonomy, Barzani accused the PYD of being in league with al Assad and of wrecking a golden opportunity for Kurdish unity in Syria. He was in the Turkish city of Diyarbakir on Saturday to meet Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan and back his negotiations with Turkey's Kurds.
The Shia-dominated Iraqi government in Baghdad has other concerns, especially about al Qaeda's new freedom of action in Syria. The scale and frequency of al Qaeda attacks inside Iraq have increased, with the violence there now at its worst since 2007. ISIS now has a rear base in northern Syria from which to plan attacks in Iraq, and it may have the support or at least tolerance of several powerful Sunni tribes that straddle the border.
Whatever happens around Damascus and in other theaters in Syria, the northeast threatens to become a vortex of conflict into which different Syrian groups, foreign fighters and outside powers are inexorably dragged.
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