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Military Story -- Don't Close Your Blinds.
The other day, my nine year
old son wanted to know why we were at war.
My husband looked at our son 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 the 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 Saddam comes 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 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 allof this
son... what do you do?"
"Dad?"
"What do you do son?"
"I'd call the police, Dad." "OK. Pretend the police
are the United Nations and they take your call, 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 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 here. 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 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...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 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 HHIM 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 it's 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 of all. Our President is doing what is
right. We, as a free nation, must understand that this war is a war of humanity. WE must remove evil men from
power so that we can continue to live in a free world where we are not afraid to look out our window so that my nine year
old son won't grow
up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes" that blind the atrocities in the world won't affect
him.
"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 THERE BLINDS...."