Biden authorizes airstrikes
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It’s being reported now that Biden authorized US airstrikes in Syria, bombing Iranian targets:
BREAKING – U.S. aircraft have launched airstrikes on #Iran-linked militia targets in #Syria in response to recent rocket attacks in #Iraq.
Per @dandeluce
— Charles Lister (@Charles_Lister) February 25, 2021
Pentagon: “At President Biden’s direction US military forces earlier this evening conducted airstrikes against infrastructure utilized by Iranian backed militant groups in eastern Syria” at 6 pm ET
— Lucas Tomlinson (@LucasFoxNews) February 26, 2021
Politico writes this about the airstrikes:
The U.S. has carried out an airstrike on a structure connected to an Iran-backed militia in Syria, following three separate rocket attacks against U.S. forces in Iraq, according to a defense official.
The strike, which was ordered by President Joe Biden, was designed to damage the militia group’s ability to conduct future attacks, the official said.
That last part leads me to believe that this report from a BBC reporter is true:
#Iraq
It’s become tradition that after a few rocket ? attacks on #US embassy Baghdad/ Coalition bases, there should be airstrikes on Iraq-Syria border. Now Telegram channels linked to #Iran claim that Iran-backed groups “had intel” in advance & “evacuated their bases”— Nafiseh Kohnavard (@nafisehkBBC) February 26, 2021
If Biden didn’t want to kill any Iranians, which sounds likely, my guess is that the intel was given to them through back channels to evacuate.
I’m sure this action will upset the left, as they severely hate the military.
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