Ten years ago today, I was building my parents dream house. The neighbor lady came out and told us that a plane had just hit the World Trade Center. We all assumed it was an accident, except my Dad. He immediately asked if it was raining in New York. A short time later, the neighbor lady came out again with tears in her eyes. She told us that a second plane had hit the second tower. My dad immediately said that we should expect at least two more. My dad is a very smart man. In the next hour or so, we learned that there were two more.
We live in a military community. My father and I, and one other fellow working on his house that day, belong to the world's greatest fraternity. The streets of our town are lined with Bradford pear trees, each one representing a serviceman stationed at Camp Lejeune who has given his life fighting Islamo-Terrorism. Two hundred and forty one of them are for Marines and sailors killed in the worst terrorist attack in history, until that day. That attack in Beirut, on October 23rd, 1983, should have been the real start of the war on terror. Our servicemen have been dying at the hands of extremist Muslims for thirty years, starting with the Iran Hostage Crisis, but until September 11th, 2001, the US citizen was not engaged. Boy did those idiots screw up.
Since September 11th, we have destroyed two terrorist governments, a third if you count Quadafi as a terrorist. He certainly was at one time, though he may have been reformed recently. We have killed thousands of Islamic extremists, and we will kill thousands more. Even the vile Barak Obama has killed terrorists, if watching on close circuit TV counts, but he did at least give the order.
We will never win the fight against these terrorists, unless we declare war on Islam, and then kill all the Muslims. But they won't win, either. They picked a group of people that don't know how to quit.
Let us all hope and pray we don't see any more pictures like these.