Great Analogy about the War on Terrorism

For all the Liberal Press, I have never heard a better analogy of U.S.aggression. Nobody wants to see our troops have to go to war but sometimeswe just have to do whats right before its too late.

The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war. Myhusband looked at our son then looked at me. My husband and I were in theArmy during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend ourcountry again today. I knew my husband would give him a good explanation.My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in ourfront living room window.

He said, Son, stand there and tell me what yousee? I see trees and cars and our neighbors houses, he replied.OK, now I want you to pretend that our houses and our yard is the UnitedStates 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 the block is a different country, my husband said. OK Dad, Im pretending.

Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, 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 he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son what do you do?

Dad?

What do you do, son?

I'd call the police, Dad.

OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then, son?

Dad, but the police are supposed to help!! my son starts to whine.

They dont 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 of that window and pretend you see our neighbor who youre 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 dont want to help, Ill go ask my next door 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 to help you stop him, my husband says.

But Dad, I NEED help!!! I cant 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 the old ladys house breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and 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 crying then he looks down and he whispers, Id close the blinds, Daddy.

My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and ask him, Why?

Because, Daddy the police are supposed to help people who need them and they wont help. You always said neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they wont help either they wont help me stop him. Im afraid I cant 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 Icant see what he's doing. And I'm going to pretend that it is not happening.

I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at at his answers to my husbands questions. He says Son.

Yes, Daddy?

Open the blinds, because that man..hes at your front door. WHAT DO YOU DO?

My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny fist and and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says, I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! IM NOT GOING TO LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!! IM GOING TO FIGHT HIM, DAD I'M GOING TO FIGHT HIM!!!!!

I see a tear roll down my husbands cheek as he grabs our son to his chest and hugs him tight; he says, its too late to fight him, hes too strong, and he is already at YOUR front door, son you should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, his children, and the old lady across the way. 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 withIraq. Remember, when GOOD men stand by and let evil happen , son, THAT is the greatest mistake, believing the atrocities of the world wont affect them. YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHATS RIGHT!! EVEN WHEN YOURE DOING IT ALONE. BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS! SUPPORTTHEM!!!!SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS.

This should be printed in every newspaper and posted in every school inAmerica. Of course this wont happen so well use the internet. If your blinds are closed, ignore this. If they are open I do not need to tell you what todo.

Respectfully,SFC JASON G TALGOTTOPERATIONS SGT144TH ASMCALI AIRBASE, LSA ADDERDSN:318-833-1561