The Orders are: Look the other way...and wait for the attack.
THIS is a serious problem caused by electing a born and raised Muslim who thinks the call to prayer is the sweetest sound on earth.
I’ll never forget the first time I ever visited a muslim country. It was Turkey and the first time I heard the call to prayer, I was 21 and knew very little about Islam, the war on terror, and basically was not politically savvy in any way. Just a typical 21 year old in the military and wanting to travel the world while stationed in Europe. When I heard that sound, it sent chills down my spine. It gave me the creeps beyond words. It felt cultish. Even just landing on the flight line in the country made a sense come over me that was very dark and depressing. We went to restaurants, shopped, ect...and even with how nice the men treated me (all while looking at me while I was a prostitute they’d like to have because I was in blue jeans) I had a very dark feeling come over me. Like the place was devoid of real joy. There were no women around except ones working in restaurants and serving us and they were covered in burka. And Turkey isn’t even as extreme as most Muslim countries. That sound of the call to prayer was not “beautiful” to me. It was spooky and creepy even during a time of my life that I was so young and so open minded to so many cultures and belief systems. Didn’t take me long to learn that my upbringing in the Christian church was who I am after-all. Thank God!!