The Balloon War

Last week a giant spy balloon from China passed over Canada and the United States, collecting who-knows-what information about our military, and transmitting it to the Chinese military.
Many argue we should have shot it down before it had the chance to spy on us, and have claimed we are idiots for not downing it over Montana. But we have nothing to worry about. Because we’re such idiots, the spy balloon couldn’t have detected any intelligence, anyway.
The president claims he worried about falling debris striking and killing innocent civilians. He has explained that because of this worry, he gave the order to his general to shoot it down “when appropriate.” Having been in the military, I think I know what happened. The order, as given, was wishy-washy, and fashioned with classic principles of CYA (Cover Your Ass) in mind.
It left the general in a difficult position. If he shot the balloon down over Montana, and it injured anyone on the ground, the president’s ass wouldn’t be in any trouble. The general would be the one in hot water because obviously, it would not have been the “appropriate” time to shoot the balloon down. So his safest choice was to let the balloon spy on us, and leave it unharmed as it passed over our land.
By waiting until the balloon had spied on many of our strategic military bases, before shooting it down over the Atlantic Ocean, the general protected civilians from potential harm, and his own ass from being fired. Such is the mentality of military bureaucracy.
Just yesterday another object was shot down, over the frozen waters of northern Alaska. It was likely another balloon. Nobody knows yet if it was a spy balloon, or if it was even from China. Who knows, perhaps it was an escaped promotional balloon belonging to a used car lot owner in Beijing, named Tu Hai.
Nonetheless, the shooting down of this balloon made headlines for the consumption of a jittery public. Tensions have never been higher between the United States and China, and these balloons have only heightened our fears of war with that nation.
All of this reminds me of a war that erupted over balloons nearly 40 years ago. In 1984, a large amount of red balloons were released over West Germany by two German civilians just having some fun. The balloons floated over the border into Soviet-occupied East Germany. A Soviet general thought they were UFOs and scrambled fighter pilots to investigate. The pilots intercepted the balloons and destroyed them in a spectacular display of firepower.
Generals on both sides of the border witnessed the aerial explosions and worried an attack was underway. The alarm was sounded, and both sides gave the order to launch their nuclear missiles. Global thermonuclear war ensued, and the world was reduced to ash.
But of course this didn’t really happen, or you wouldn’t be reading this post right now. This was a fictional tale told in the lyrics of a hit song in 1984, entitled 99 Luftballoons. It was performed by the German band, Nena, and enjoyed worldwide success that year. In the United States, the song rose to #2 on Billboard’s Hot 100, becoming one of the most successful foreign language songs in U.S. history.
All the international tensions lately over balloons has reminded me of Nena’s hit song. I sure hope it wasn’t prophetic. Perhaps it would be a good idea to revisit this tune, and let it serve as a warning to us, to tone down the rhetoric and ease our fingers off the trigger.
Here’s Nena’s one-hit wonder of 1984, with English captions for those who don’t speak German: