Son stand there and tell me what you see

[BingoT]

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...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 atrocity in the world.
"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.

[happygobrokey]

wow, nice propaganda!

[SKUNX]

All of my family has served in the military but in this particular case
in which house is the oil in??

[lauriejim]

a for our men and women in uniform. Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class(across from me), and inquired if he was heading home. No, he responded. Heading out I asked ? No. I'm escorting a soldier home. Going to pick him up? No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq , I'm taking him home to his family.The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do. Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom. 'Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier.We will then turn off the seat belt sign.' Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American.