On Terrorism & Terrorists

By now, most of you have seen this picture and the links to the story is in the preceding post. I think it speaks for itself though. As I type this I am seething with anger and hatred towards the cowards who call themselves "Holy Warriors." They should choke on those words. Nowhere in the Koran does it say that it is alright to murder innocent women and children. I hope the monsters responsible burn in hell and I hope that they are tried in the true Islamic fashion. This means that they will be condemned to the Muslim interpretation of Hell(from my understanding it is similar to excommunication) and will be beheaded in a public square. I hope that God/Allah/Jehovah(they're all synonimous) helps bring them to justice.

It is a strange feeling though, to be filled with anger because of the murder of a girl I never even knew or who wasn't even from the same country as me. To be filled with a wanton lust for revenge for the men responsible, simply because I have seen a young girl of absolutely no relation being clutched by, what must have seemed to her, an angel in desert tan BDUs and a kevlar helmet. A man who, by his own choosing, came to Iraq to liberate her people and do good and who is now being attacked for the sole reason that her represents change in a society so intolerant of it. And now, he must live with the memory that he was too slow in getting her to a hospital and witnessed a sweet, young, innocent child die in his arms. His BDUs will be stained with her blood. What do we say to him? What do we do to console him? How do we answer his questions of "Why?" We have nothing. The only thing we can do is bring the cowardly bastards to answer for their injustices. We must hunt them down and bring down our wrath upon them. That is the only thing we can do now.

But for that one little girl, there is nothing we can do or say. She fell victim to being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She is yet one more innocent victim of war. She is but one more statistic in the tally of collateral damage. And this image is but one more piece of propaganda that Al-Qaeda and its affiliates can use to their own devices and apply their serpent-tongued venom to a world already troubled with strife. And I hope one day, we can find the head honcho. Soemday we can bring Osama to answer for his inhumanity. And possibly, can put a bullet through his head. Because he and his followers and cohorts deserve it.

But for this one little girl, let us pray tonight. Let us pray in whatever language you desire, and to whatever god or gods you worship for a moment of peace on this tiny rock adrift in the universe we call earth. Let us pray that for a minute or thirty or an hour or even more, that no one else will have their life taken from them or will lose a loved one to such horrible ends. That the suffering of the world will cease for just a little while. That maybe, for but a moment, we may all live in peace.

***THE MANSIONS OF THE LORD***

To fallen soldiers let us sing
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the Mansions of the Lord

No more bleeding, no more fight
No prayers pleading through the night
Just divine embrace, eternal light
In the Mansions of the Lord

Where no mothers cry and no children weep
We will stand and guard though the angels sleep
While through the ages safely keep
The Mansions of the Lord