Here's what I think..
September 10, 2001, my mom, a flight attendant for American Airlines, arrives home, safe. She arrived on the same Boston to L.A. flight that the terrorists would use to destroy one of the Twin Towers.
Yes, those putrid, poor excuses of men missed murdering my Mother by 24 hours. So you can see that this event brought the War on Terrorism right to my front door, to my dinner table, next to me on the couch watching television...
I could just say "I hate war protestors" and end my response, but that would not be enough.
No. Not enough... not ever.
Funding for terrorists has to come from somewhere...Somewhere could be Pakistan, where all IP gear is bought/sold from...somewhere could be Iraq, where their leader hated the US because We can bring down his private world of anguish and privation that he so willingly gives his people, and simultaneously bring down the world of luxury that he all his associates live in.
He was mad at us before.. becuase we could bring it all down....now he's shitting his pants becuase we actually are.
Yes this war on terrorsim and war on Iraq weighs heavily on my heart...
Last Saturday (2003 march 22):
Get up at 3:00am...sign this...sign that...give blood...piss in a cup..."turn your head and cough"...height, weight, "duck walk"...fingerprints...optical...hearing...sign this aging, sign that again...
I enlisted in the Navy...Operations Specialist (OS), and SEAL...guaranteed...I leave 3 Dec 2003.
So to all anti-war types:
Do not spew your liberal thoughts upon me....they will fall upon deaf ears