Posted on 08/20/2006 6:01:29 PM PDT by The Mayor
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DO YOU CLOSE THE BLINDS? (From a person who’s there, in the midst…)
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 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 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 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.”
“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 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 ladies 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?”
“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 needs 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 … 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.”
I start 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 evil. All the atrocities in the world won’t move them. “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.”
This should be printed in every newspaper and posted in every school in America. Of course that won’t happen so we’ll use the internet If your blinds are closed, do nothing with this email. If they are open, I do not need to tell you what to do.
Steven R Chandler, CMSgt
332 ELRS/Vehicle Management Flight
Balad Air Base, Iraq
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You just made me cry with that story! Thank you. It really brings it home!
In the Belleau Wood fighting in 1918, the Germans received a thorough indoctrination in the fighting ability of the Marines.
Fighting through supposedly impenetrable woods and capturing supposedly untakeable terrain, the persistent attacks, delivered with unbelievable courage soon had the Germans calling Marines "teufelhunden," referring to the fierce fighting dogs of legendary origin.
Very nice post.
same here..
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Evenin' Mr. Mayor. Checking in while watching the Seahawks and Colts game. Go Seahawks!!!
Salute to our Armed Forces - Past and Present. May God bless, watch over, protect and guide our troops.
Evening LUV.{{{HUGS}}}
Evening Mayor.
Good evening! ((((hugs))))
Did ya have a good day at work? Mine wasn't bad...I just took it hard! :D Was missing my nap at about 3pm. LOL!
LOL.
My day was good and like you at around that time I was missing my nap.:)
Hi Dave.
What's the score?
The kids are playing a video game and I can't watch the game.:(
GO SEAHAWKS!!!
I went to the Bills game Friday night, they got smoked and looked like the High school team playing the Bengals.
We left when it was 44-17 that was early in the 4th qtr.
Good evenin!
Great thread and pledge, Mayor!
They need to have naptime at work just like they do in day care! :D
I think productivity would go waaaaaaay up! LOL!
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