BC3 Battle Drill.
BC3 Battle Drill.
This 2006 Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob was a birthday present to MSgt Norma Killion (Scott AFB), from her hubby CMSgt Tony Killion. Tony's 98 Dyna Wide Glide is in the garage. John and I had Norma in our Rider's Edge class while she was TDY to Randolph AFB and had a great time teaching her to ride. I think Norma was far more stressed at being taught by "family" than John and I were teaching her. Congratulations Norma, it's a beauty! Keep the shiny side up and the rubber side down!
This is not a political statement, just a read that I received. I was told it was written by a 2T1. I can't validate that, but a good read that could apply to several situations.
From a person who's there, in the midst..........
The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were atwar...My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husbandand I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored toserve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband wouldgive him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes andthen told my son to go stand in our front livingroom 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 theUnited States of Americaand you are President Bush."
Our son giggled and said "OK."
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that everyhouse 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 yousee Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hairand is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in theface, 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 screamingand crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kidsand they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....whatdo 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 yourcall. 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 towhine.
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place oryour place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," myhusband 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 wantyou to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you'repretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to hischildren."
"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 doorneighbor to help me stop him." our son says.
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to getinvolved 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 askfor help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands tallerand 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 herdoor and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fireand then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in thewindow 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 needsthem...and they won't help.... You always say that neighbors aresupposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won'thelp 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 terriblethings and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just going to close theblinds.... so I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going topretend that it is not happening." I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing inthe window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband'squestions 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 uphis tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, withouthesitation 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 evil. All the atrocities in the world won't move them. "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..."