The article. I’ll warn you, it’s graphic. But it’s an eerie kind of graphic. It’s so emotionless. There’s no spin on the story, no sobbing women to tell of the horrific things they experienced. Just the facts. This story happened in 1988, and I must say, I haven’t cried like this since I visited Dachau when I was 13. I couldn’t read the last three fourths of the story. I have to sleep some time tonight and right now I’m far too worked up to sleep.
I’m tempted to mail that link to that group at that University in Massachusetts. Shame on them for forgetting the Gulf War. Shame on them for forgetting just how awful it was. But it only leads me to one conclusion. When will we forget about September 11? How long will it take for protesters to start saying we just need to hand Osama bin Laden a daisy and everything will be all better? It’s already starting. How can we forget so easily?
Just like my brother said on his blog. Just imagine your family dying from nerve gas and you won’t forget. Read those descriptions in that article about the real tears of blood, and I swear you will never forget why we’re so bent against handing Saddam his final sentence to death row. 10 years has Saddam been working on a way to deliver that horrific gas to American soil. How long do we have to wait for the inevitable? I hate to sound so doomsday-ish, but isn’t that what all those tests were for? I can’t think about this anymore, I have to get some sleep.