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sad but true, this is why we are at war.

> 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 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 at 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. 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 need 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's not happening."
>
> I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year
> old son standing at 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 small fists and looks his
> father square in the eyes, and without hesitation he
> says: "I'LL 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 don't need to tell you
> what to do.