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
both 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 said, "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 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, then he starts to kicking
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 kids and
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 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."
"And Daddy ... did he kill them too?"
"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and
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 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 the old lady's house
and 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 NOW ?"
"Daddy.."
"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers,
"I'd 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 need
them...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..... 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."
That's when I started to cry.
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
says..."Son" "Yes, Daddy."
"Open the blinds because that man... he's 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 fists and looks his father square in the
eyes, 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
our son to his
chest and hugs him tight, and says... "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, and 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 its
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, son....THAT is the
greatest atrocity in
the world. "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS
RIGHT EVEN IF YOU HAVE
TO DO IT ALONE!"
BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!!
SUPPORT THEM!!!
SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN
WILL NEVER HAVE TO
CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."
If your blinds are closed do nothing with this email.
If they are open I
do not need to tell you what to do.
GOD BLESS
AMERICA