The training of Iraqi military and police forces in intelligence and interrogation Techniques is far from a success.
Unlike the other officers in the intelligence directorate. Captain AIi preferred to wear his dark blue police uniform instead of plain clothes. He had a nervous smile and a strangely highpitched laugh for a man in his 40s. A veteran of Saddam Hussein's Internal security Agency, Captain AIi had spent a career recruiting Iraqis to betray their friends and family. He was of the close-knit Dulaimy tribe from Fallujah, and his father was a Buuthist general. Skills aside, he had the right pedigree.
One morning in January 2006, Captain AIi led me to a dank bathroom on the first story of the Fallujah Police Department. Urine pools and feces clumps stained the white tile floor. Captain AIi walked up to a shower stall and threw open the wood door. A gray-haired old man was scrunched in the corner. The man yelped, holding his hands above his head, as if to block an assault. Crusted blood lined the back of his shirt.
"We interrogated this man. He confessed to be a terrorist." Captain AIi grunted.