Eaxctly 30 years ago today, I was having breakfast with my landlord below my home on the Beirut Corniche. The date was 19 September 1983, but nothing has changed neither Mustapha's little garden with its yellow and red flowers, my balcony two storeys above, nor the butterflies that settle on the flowers, nor the great bright blue Mediterranean in front of us.
I am writing this on that same balcony. We were drinking our third or fourth hot Arabic coffee that morning when we saw the American destroyer the USS John Rodgers making smoke as she moved along the seafront. She passed close to us. We could even see the naval crew on the upper deck and the Stars and Stripes drifting in the warm breeze.
Then there came from the vessel a hollow, popping sound. It was a very dull series of reports, as if someone were playing tennis under the sea. As I wrote later, there was nothing warlike about it. Mustapha fetched his binoculars and I focused on the warship.
The glasses caught a puff of smoke.
A few seconds later, there was another pop and then I saw a shell case a brass shell case glinting gold under the sun bounce off the deck and spin right off the ship into the sea. Pop-pop. Another bright gold casing splashed into the water. Thus did the Americans go to war in Lebanon.
It made no sense to us. America was firing at Syrian-supported Druze militiamen in the Chouf mountains who were trying to destroy the (dubiously) elected government of President Amine Gemayel, whom President Ronald Reagan, and Israel, wanted to rule Lebanon. Washington had taken sides in a civil war and was now fully committed to preserving one bunch of Lebanese against another bunch of Lebanese.
In the US, apparently, it all made sense. Reagan had backed Gemayel and now Reagan's honour was at risk. I shall not speak of parallels.
I was reminded of this Conradian scene by a deeply moving article by my old friend Rami Khouri which appeared last week in a local Beirut paper I rarely buy. I often quote my Arab colleagues by name but usually not in quotation. But Rami's piece in the Daily Star was brilliant.
He described how a few years ago, just before the Syrian war, he received a letter from Peggy Stelpflug, the mother of Corporal Bill Stelpflug, a US Marine sent to Lebanon in May of 1983 and of how Peggy and her family "enjoy special credibility in asking about the appropriateness of American military attacks in the Arab world". And Rami quotes a letter home from Bill, written in Beirut on 7 September 1983 30 years ago last Saturday.
"I am alive and well," the young Marine told his family. "Maybe a little dirty, tired and shell-shocked, but walking and talking. Our 'war' just lasted three full days so far.
Two more Marines have been killed by rockets and more wounded
We have been taking rockets and bullets
we have been shooting back with some effect, mainly snipers or destroying rocket positions with artillery
I am filthy, and bone sore, and 100 per cent fit
It worries me more to know that ya'll worry about me more than I worry about me
I think Beirut is just a realistic training base for the US Marine Corps
Won't go out of my way to be a hero or anything like that. Just doing my time in this Mediterranean junk yard. Thinking of home. Love you all very much."
The day after he wrote this letter, the USS Bowen a close cousin of the USS John Rodgers which was shooting off my home on the Corniche opened fire on the same target: Syrian-supported forces in the Chouf. And on 23 October the same year, a truck-bomber drove to his suicide by exploding his vehicle in the US Marine headquarters beside the airport.
I still remember how the air pressure changed inside my own home when that bomb went off. It killed 241 US service personnel. And I recall how I saw with my own eyes the bodies of many of the dead Marines laid out beside the rubble of their headquarters. Six days later, an officer visited the Stelpflug family home in Auburn, Alabama, and told Peggy and her husband that their son, Bill, had been killed by the bomb.
Rami wrote about his conversations with Peggy and spoke of how enlightened he was by the family's "noble reactions". He shared their feelings that "Bill's life, service and death could enrich 'our common desire to learn from each other in the cause of advancing our shared humanity
and that the lessons of his life and death would perhaps be illuminating for others'."
But Rami's penultimate paragraph deserves to be read in full: "It is appropriate today 30 years after American ships shelled the Lebanese mountains that all of us be very sure that, before American men and women are sent again to attack Arab targets, citizens like the Stelpflug family are credibly consulted on such an important decision.
Those expressing scepticism in the opinion polls deserve a clear answer. So do the Syrian people. So does the world."