
A place to store & share misc. correspondence, which has somehow or other come into my possession, regarding the state of this great country, & world wide issues concerning us all. I find the correspondence I've posted here to be quite profound & very meaningful, & warrants being read & shared, rather than deleted & discarded.
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I am proud to be a Veteran, and of where I served. I wish that I could have been more involved at the Front line of our mission, but all that served, did their jobs as assigned.
Some may not approve of the Iraqi war and I hope this doesn't offend anyone,
but it is war and it's the BEST explanation of the war that I've read, and I
feel I must pass it on.
This is the BEST explanation of WHY we are AMERICA, the Home of the Brave
and the Land of the FREE!
The other day, my nine-year-old son wanted to know why we were at war. My
husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in
the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to! serve and defend
our country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good
Explanation.
My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our
front living room window. He told him: "Son, stand there and tell me what
you see?"
"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses," he replied.
"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United
States of America and you are President Bush."
Our son giggled and said "OK."
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and
yard on this block is a different country" my husband said. "OK Dad, I'm
pretending."
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and see a man come
out of his house with his wife and he has her by the hair and is hitting
her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her
on the ground, and then he kicks her to death. Their children run out and
are afraid to stop him, they are crying, they are watching this but do
nothing because they are just kids and afraid of their father.
You see all of this son.... what do you do?"
"Dad?" "What do you do son?"
"I call the police, Dad."
"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and they take your call,
listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do
then, son?"
"Dad, the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or your
place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says.
"But Dad... he killed her!!" my son exclaims. "I know he did... but the
police tell you to stay out of it.
Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who
you're pretending is Saddam, turn around and do the same thing to his
children."
"Daddy... he kills them?" "Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask our neighbor to
help me stop him," our son says.
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my
husband says.
"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!" "WHAT DO YOU DO SON?"
Our son starts to cry.
"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for
help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs
out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
"What Daddy?" "He walks across the street to an old ladies house, breaks
down her
door, drags her out, steals all her stuff, sets her house on fire, and
then... he kills her.
He turns around and sees you standing in the window and laughs at you.
WHAT DO YOU DO?" "Daddy..." "WHAT DO YOU DO?"
Our son is upset and he looks down and he whispers, "I close the blinds,
Daddy."
"My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him... "Why?"
"Because Daddy... the police are supposed to help people who needs it... and
they won't help... you always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP
neighbors! But, they won't help either... they won't help me stop him... I'm
afraid... I can't do it by myself.
Daddy... I can't look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible
things and...
do nothing... so... I'm just going to close the blinds... so I can't see
what he's doing... and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."
Now, I start to cry at the fact that my son gave this answer.
My husband looks at our nine-year-old son standing in the window, looking
pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he tells
him...
"Son" "Yes, Daddy."
"Open the blinds because that man... he's at your front door now.
"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his
tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, and without hesitation
he says:
"I DEFEND MY FAMILY, DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER,
DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to his chest
and hugs him tight, and cries... "It's too late to fight him, he's too
strong, and he's already at YOUR front door.
Son... you should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife. You have to do
what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before... it's too late." my
husband whispers.
That scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men
stand by and let evil happen, that is the greatest EVIL of all.
Our President is doing what is right.
We, as a FREE nation, must understand that this war is a war of humanity.
WE must remove evil men from power so that we can continue to live in a free
world where we are not afraid to look out our window.
So my nine-year-old son won't grow up in a world, where he feels that if he
just "closes" the blinds, the atrocities in the World won't affect him.
"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT!
EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO GO IT ALONE!"
BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!
BE PROUD OF OUR PRESIDENT!
BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!
SUPPORT THEM!!
SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE
THEIR BLINDS..."
"The liberty we prize is not American's gift to the world; it is God's gift
to humanity."