Jun 24, 2006 11:02
Another cockroach bites the dust . . . .
The U.S. military showed this picture of al-Zarqawi
after he was killed
With the death of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi yesterday, the letter below
is more poignant than ever before;
The lady who wrote this letter is Pam Foster of Pamela Foster and
Associates in Atlanta . She's been in business since 1980 doing
Interior design and home planning. She recently wrote the following
letter to a family member serving in Iraq ....... Check it out!
WHAT'S ALL OF THE FUSS?
"Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not
started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on
September 11, 2001?
Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally
murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac from
our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania ? Did nearly
three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing
death that day, or didn't they?
And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated"
when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet? Well,
I don't. I don't care at all.
I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents
for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11.
I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start
caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime
in Saudi Arabia .
I'll care when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi tells the world he is sorry for
hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his
gurgling, slashed throat.
I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come out
and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by
hiding in mosques.
I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in
search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range
of their suicide bombs.
I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First
Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law
instead of the United State s Constitution's Bill of Rights.
In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave Marine
roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this:
I don't care.
When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who
have been humiliated in what amounts to a college hazing incident,
rest assured that I don't care.
When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is
told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can
take it to the bank that I don't care.
When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a
prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax
dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled,"
You can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts that I don't care.
And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled
"Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and
---- you got it, I DON'T CARE!
"If you can read this, Thank a teacher!
If you are reading it in English, Thank a Veteran."