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Obama Taps Star General To Build Syrian Rebel Army To Fight ISIS -- Eli Lake & Josh Rogin, Daily Beast
General Michael Nagata is promising to build a new force to destroy ISIS but lawmakers worry he has been given an impossible mission.
As lawmakers prepared to take a risky and fateful vote on Obama's plan to train and equip the Syrian rebels, the man who assured them it could be done was Gen. Michael Nagata, Obama's point man for the mission to build an ISIS-killing army in Syria.
There are skeptics both inside and outside the government who doubt Obama's new plan to arm the Syrian rebels can work. First of all, the administration has said for years that the moderate opposition can't be a reliable partner for the United States in Syria. Only last month, Obama said that the rag-tag bunch of "former doctors, farmers, and pharmacists" could never win their civil war and the whole idea that arming them earlier would have made a difference has "always been a fantasy." {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ VERDANT STORIES SECTION
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