Got this from a brother of mine, I think it is really profound. If it has been around, it's worth a second trip

Subject: DON'T CLOSE YOUR BLINDS

This one really makes you stop and think -

Letter to the Editor- Odessa American- Odessa, TX

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 in 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 and he looks down and he 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 needs

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 is not

happening."

I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in 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 tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation

he says: "I 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 atrocities in the world won't affect him. "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..."

The attack should be characterised by speed, determined and controlled violence.

Only the cavalry can provide all this

Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of

the day saying, "I did my best".

BE WHO YOU ARE, "BE UNFORGETABLE

MSG ROGER H. COOPER USA (RET)

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