The war against a verb
The following is something that I received in an email. I believe that it deserves some thought and consideration. It is a fair assessment of how we try to be politically correct in the midst of complete chaos. It is a glimpse of common sense, a virtue that our government and military have deemed contraband in modern times.
“WHAT'S ALL OF THE FUSS?" Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it notStarted by Islamic people who brought it to our shores onSeptember 11, 2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutallyMurdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac fromOur nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania? Did nearly three Thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing Death that day, or didn't they? And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" When an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet? Well,I don't. I don't care at all. I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11. I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start Caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime In Saudi Arabia. I'll care when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi tells the world he is sorry for Hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his Gurgling, slashed throat. I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by Hiding in mosques. I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in Search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range Of their suicide bombs. I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law Instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights. In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave Marine Roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care. When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, Rest assured that I don't care. When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is Told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can Take it to the bank that I don't care. When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a Prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax Dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," You can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts that I don't care And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled "Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and---- you got it, I DON'T CARE! If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your Friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this Ridiculous behavior! If you don't agree, then by all means disregard it. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims Happen here in our great country.”
We are fighting a war against an idea, a set belief system. When someone is willing to blow him or herself up for what they believe in, I don’t think we can change their mind. When war is declared, your only option is absolute victory. How can you win or even successfully fight a war against a verb? Now we have gone and stirred up the hornet’s nest. If we pull out and come home, it will follow us back and we will have to deal with this on our own streets. We have done great things in both Afghanistan and Iraq. But we have suffered horrible tragedies as well. As a soldier I felt I was trying to fight a war while flex cuffed. Policy and procedure are dirty words as far as I’m concerned when it comes to war. War is ugly. War is not fair; it is War. What happens in war does not belong in America’s living room. Media has become a huge influence in our military’s leadership and the way in which they choose to fight it. It has turned our military into a slow and cumbersome machine. While we have to get it right every time we go out the gate, the terrorist only has to get lucky once. It’s an uphill battle. Pray.
“WHAT'S ALL OF THE FUSS?" Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it notStarted by Islamic people who brought it to our shores onSeptember 11, 2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutallyMurdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac fromOur nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania? Did nearly three Thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing Death that day, or didn't they? And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" When an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet? Well,I don't. I don't care at all. I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11. I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start Caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime In Saudi Arabia. I'll care when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi tells the world he is sorry for Hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his Gurgling, slashed throat. I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by Hiding in mosques. I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in Search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range Of their suicide bombs. I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law Instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights. In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave Marine Roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care. When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, Rest assured that I don't care. When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is Told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can Take it to the bank that I don't care. When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a Prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax Dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," You can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts that I don't care And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled "Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and---- you got it, I DON'T CARE! If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your Friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this Ridiculous behavior! If you don't agree, then by all means disregard it. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims Happen here in our great country.”
We are fighting a war against an idea, a set belief system. When someone is willing to blow him or herself up for what they believe in, I don’t think we can change their mind. When war is declared, your only option is absolute victory. How can you win or even successfully fight a war against a verb? Now we have gone and stirred up the hornet’s nest. If we pull out and come home, it will follow us back and we will have to deal with this on our own streets. We have done great things in both Afghanistan and Iraq. But we have suffered horrible tragedies as well. As a soldier I felt I was trying to fight a war while flex cuffed. Policy and procedure are dirty words as far as I’m concerned when it comes to war. War is ugly. War is not fair; it is War. What happens in war does not belong in America’s living room. Media has become a huge influence in our military’s leadership and the way in which they choose to fight it. It has turned our military into a slow and cumbersome machine. While we have to get it right every time we go out the gate, the terrorist only has to get lucky once. It’s an uphill battle. Pray.
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