Basra has fallen. Basra resists.
The Americans are failing. The Americans are rolling to certain victory.
The Iraqis, demoralized, teeter on collapse. The Iraqis, brave, prepare a long resistance.
This is the dust of war, the storm that obscures vision and addles the mind. Each observer sips battle through a straw, and reaches flawed conclusions: What happens here is the totality; what happens there does not exist.
Such shows of knowledge are not the way of wisdom.
With such a disparity of power, can the outcome be in doubt? Can the relative cost in lives and treasure be questioned?