On a more serious note than my last post, here is something really worth reading by Ben Stein, in The American Spectator.
On Monday, I had dinner with a man named Sgt. John Quinones who has just come back from two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. He is a wounded, highly decorated infantryman. A real hero. He said he thought things in Iraq were difficult, but the Iraqi National Guardsmen he worked with were fantastically brave. He can't wait to go back and fight more. He's in Yuma, Arizona, testing devices to jam remotely detonated IED's. Some work better than others.
He wants his wife to go see her mother but they can't afford it. Wifey and I said we would pay. It seems like little enough to do.
After dinner, he and my Boeing pal Peggy and I went to a bar where he played a message on his cell from his daughter telling him, "Daddy, I miss you. Daddy, I'm scared. Daddy, don't go. Daddy I love you. Daddy, don't go." She's almost three years old. His eyes misted over when he told me the story.
That night I read a piece in the New York Times about how the British tortured and killed American patriots in New York harbor during the Revolutionary War. Supposedly, according to the author, what George Bush is doing with al Qaeda captives is the same. Supposedly there is some connection between Patrick Henry and John Adams and Zarqawi and bin Laden. And the Democrats wonder why they can't get traction in middle America.
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