Identifying the Enemy

No peace-loving person likes confrontation. Let's face it, we have to deal with it or we will certainly be overrun, forced to convert to Islam or die. Some might say people publishing such news are alarmists, but I would have to say you have your head in the sand.

Recently I spent some time on an Islamic forum discussing the political situation. What shocked and amazed me were the Islamists who are living in this country and are not afraid to say how horrible the USA is - even calling for it's destruction. Enjoying the freedom and benefits of our great nation, but insulting and threatening us at the same time. We MUST confront this enemy within. If left unchecked, we will be no better then the weak European nations prior to the Nazi invasions, who simply rolled over and gave up. Why? The Nazis had long infiltrated their population and government, and when the time came it was a simple thing to takeover.

Know your enemy - he wants to kill or convert you, and will stop at nothing until he succeeds. He is not afraid to die or kill babies to accomplish his goal. He is a barbarian.

The Greatest Generation

We recently attended the funeral of a great-uncle who had served in WWII, and were priviledge to meet several of his comrades who had served with him. There were only 4 present at the funeral, and they provided the military honors, including the rifle salute at the graveside. These old fellows still looked sharp in their uniforms, and were still able to handle and fire their rifles, despite all being in their 80's.

I grew up around WW2 vets - my grandmother had 4 brothers who served (all gone now) and it was common to hear them describe their service. Our recently departed uncle had a large part of influencing our two sons currently serving in the military.

These fellows were certainly of a different breed. Though the loss of life in Iraq is a tragedy, the cost in human life has been slight compared to what these men endured. Our Uncle was wounded when the truck he was driving struck a land mine, killing several others. He never received a purple heart for the gash in his arm, him and many other simply brushed it off, got patched up and went back to the fight. His buddy, who was officiating the service, had also been wounded - both shoulders broken. Same situation.

If we are to survive, we must endeavor to get something of the fighting spirit they had. Read their stories, remember their sacrifice, and learn from their example. They were not afraid to identify the enemy even if it insulted some - look at the old posters from the era. The enemy wants to kill us, and isn't afraid to say so.