The anti-war left is preparing to stage a rerun of the infamous “Winter Soldiers” travesty, and here’s one of their star witnesses, identified only by her first name “Jen:” A Soldier in Winter.

The ludicrous stories this woman is telling are so over the top and obviously false, it’s hard to believe anyone gives them credence; but the fact that leftists are apparently willing to believe this garbage speaks volumes about their so-called “support for the troops.”

Sipping on a longneck Miller Genuine Draft, Jen’s brown eyes glaze over as she stares out the window of an Uptown bar, blocks away from the Veterans for Peace Building where she just finished volunteering.

Jen, who does not want her last name used for fear of legal action, is nervously contemplating the day a few years back when, as a guard for a U.S. enemy prisoner of war in Iraq, she purposely poisoned two detainees.

“It didn’t truly dawn on me until pretty recently that those guys probably died and it’s my fault,” says Jen, who moved to St. Paul from Racine, Wisconsin, in January.

The small, 125-pound brunette says she broke open the flameless heater from her Army Meals Ready to Eat packet and spliced its magnesium, iron, and salt-based contents into a cigarette, offering the toxic treat to the unwitting prisoners. …

“I was ready to take all of them out,” she says of the prisoners. “I started to go crazy, I know I did…but, there was one guy in my unit talking to baseball cards and another hearing voices, so I guess that’s how it was…. Maybe it was the sun, but the prison was making us go crazy.”

Finally the day came when Jen saw her opportunity for revenge. A prisoner who often smiled menacingly at her while masturbating had gotten in a fight with another inmate and was restrained. His hands bound, he lay on his stomach in the sand underneath the hot desert sun. Jen begged her superior to let her push his face in the ground, wiping her female feet on him, a huge insult in his culture.

“It was kept under wraps, but they let me do it,” she says softly. “I kicked sand in his face, too, and it felt good.”

Then there was the time when the prison brass turned the other way after one prisoner bragged of raping Jessica Lynch. Three men from Jen’s unit tied his hands, dragged him off, and beat him until he could hardly stand, she remembers.

“It was pretty bad,” Jen says. “He was still walking, but barely…. Our superiors knew what was going on and they just didn’t care…. At the time, I didn’t care either, I was glad they did that.”

(Hat tip: Noam Sayin’.)

UPDATE at 3/7/08 3:37:21 pm:

Jennifer Spranger, secretary of the Milwaukee chapter of IVAW, is a very likely suspect for “Jen.” Here’s a Salon article with details that match the description above pretty closely, in which Spranger alleges sexual abuse by her team leader: The private war of women soldiers.

Jennifer Spranger, 23, who was deployed at the beginning of the war with the Military Police to build and guard Camp Bucca, a prison camp for Iraqis, had a similar experience.

“My team leader offered me up to $250 for a hand job. He would always make sure that we were out alone together at the beginning, and he wouldn’t stop pressuring me for sex. If somebody did that to my daughter I’d want to kill the guy. But you can’t fit in if you make waves about it. You rat somebody out, you’re screwed. You’re gonna be a loner until they eventually push you out.”

And notice that Salon does not identify her as a member of IVAW.