The warrior spirit

Warriors have a knack for conveying the most information in the least amount of words.

Russ Vaughn's

'cold resolve that my country must do whatever is in its power to defeat these Jihadists, to hunt them down in every rat hole corner of the world and to exterminate them without hesitation or mercy'

is something we need to reflect upon.

Vaughn wrote in today's AT that the movie, Flight 93, resurrected his sense of resentment toward the terrorists and renewed his resolve that we must win the Global War on Terrorism.

I don't know Mr. Vaughn but I always look forward to his missives and share them with my ex—warrior friends. We never hear or read anything of the warrior spirit in the legacy media, so we greatly appreciate it when someone shares an idea that is close to our hearts.

Vaughn wrote that the movie about the fourth hijacked airliner on 9/11 tore a hole in his soul, yet it reinvigorated his resolve that America must win this war.

Russ, you are so correct, but with the Democrats and their media lapdogs trivializing the war and offering a sliding scale of victory, can we define a win. We win when they're all dead.

To be certain I was stating a fact here, I called a former Special Forces friend.

'How are we going to know when we've won the war on terror?' I asked.

'When they're all *@#! dead,' he answered without hesitation.

Four words — well, actually five — that convey immediate understanding.

No trivializing. No moral equivalence. No politically correct end—of—war—scenario. They're dead, we're alive. We win.

He didn't even have to detail who 'they' are. As much as the weak—spined politicians and their friends in the legacy media conspire to subvert the war on terror, we know who the enemy is.

The enemy is the belligerent hooded Jihadist holding the sword over the neck of a frightened American girl who just wanted to be a reporter; the enemy is the French—born Morrocan who wants to blow up anything that will kill as many infidels as possible; and the enemy is the Islamofascist immigrant from Jordan to Detroit who secretly desires to hijack an American airliner and crash it into a large building.

They do not wear uniforms or pledge allegiance to a host country but once they are identified their existence needs to be terminated no matter where they live. Killing those who have vowed to kill us is straight—forward and can be handled by our well—trained forces who are tabbed to do so. It's called kill or be killed and when we're faced with that prospect, Americans are very good at sending our enemies to the other side.

Earl Wright  1 31 06

Warriors have a knack for conveying the most information in the least amount of words.

Russ Vaughn's

'cold resolve that my country must do whatever is in its power to defeat these Jihadists, to hunt them down in every rat hole corner of the world and to exterminate them without hesitation or mercy'

is something we need to reflect upon.

Vaughn wrote in today's AT that the movie, Flight 93, resurrected his sense of resentment toward the terrorists and renewed his resolve that we must win the Global War on Terrorism.

I don't know Mr. Vaughn but I always look forward to his missives and share them with my ex—warrior friends. We never hear or read anything of the warrior spirit in the legacy media, so we greatly appreciate it when someone shares an idea that is close to our hearts.

Vaughn wrote that the movie about the fourth hijacked airliner on 9/11 tore a hole in his soul, yet it reinvigorated his resolve that America must win this war.

Russ, you are so correct, but with the Democrats and their media lapdogs trivializing the war and offering a sliding scale of victory, can we define a win. We win when they're all dead.

To be certain I was stating a fact here, I called a former Special Forces friend.

'How are we going to know when we've won the war on terror?' I asked.

'When they're all *@#! dead,' he answered without hesitation.

Four words — well, actually five — that convey immediate understanding.

No trivializing. No moral equivalence. No politically correct end—of—war—scenario. They're dead, we're alive. We win.

He didn't even have to detail who 'they' are. As much as the weak—spined politicians and their friends in the legacy media conspire to subvert the war on terror, we know who the enemy is.

The enemy is the belligerent hooded Jihadist holding the sword over the neck of a frightened American girl who just wanted to be a reporter; the enemy is the French—born Morrocan who wants to blow up anything that will kill as many infidels as possible; and the enemy is the Islamofascist immigrant from Jordan to Detroit who secretly desires to hijack an American airliner and crash it into a large building.

They do not wear uniforms or pledge allegiance to a host country but once they are identified their existence needs to be terminated no matter where they live. Killing those who have vowed to kill us is straight—forward and can be handled by our well—trained forces who are tabbed to do so. It's called kill or be killed and when we're faced with that prospect, Americans are very good at sending our enemies to the other side.

Earl Wright  1 31 06