The Anti-Military "Earth Tribe" Should Be Ashamed
Take some time today to read at 365 and a Wakeup what our military is really doing in Iraq:
Our destination was a nameless postage stamp of a village squatting in a thicket of palm and date trees. . .
We had several boxes of toys, clothes and shoes ready to pass out, but as soon as the CSM finished talking the eager children descended on me like a flock of starving pigeons. These were children who had never even dreamed of owning a stuffed animal, let alone had one dangled in front of them. But even that knowledge didn’t prepare me for the riot of little hands blindly reaching for toys. . . One minute there was a box brimming with toys and in the next there was just a crushed piece of cardboard.
And then I noticed one of the village patriarchs sitting in the dirt. . . The gentleman had no legs. . .Apparently this man had once had a wheelchair, but it had been destroyed by Saddam’s men years before. Now it sat in a rusted pile behind his home. He was too proud to ask us to help him with its repair.
Needless to say that wheelchair is sitting in our FOB right now. With a few parts and some hard work our mechanics just might be able to make that wish come true.
Who are the good guys? Who are the bad guys? Shouldn’t be a hard call.