My Son-In-Law

My son-in-law arrived tonight, to Savannah, safe and sound; my daughter Kim and granddaughter Reagan were there to meet him - Carter, an Apache pilot, sent to Afg to protect our ground forces, to escort our medivacs, to rain utter destruction upon those hell bent to destroy us.

It’s very simple, but made out by those who quail at confrontation, as does Obama, to be just so, so complex.

There is a so-called “religion” which calls for the re-ordering of the civilized world, at gun-point if necessary. Not just extremists, all of them, the whole shebang - that’s their anchor (and a pedophilic butcher is their prophet). That would be the muslims.

From an inheritance linked to the dark ages these individuals have inconvenienced all of us. For most of us it means a longer wait at the airport; for my son-in-law, a life-and-death struggle every single day, every single mission. He’s seen these misanthropes join funeral processions to obtain cover; he’s seen them force innocents to take bullets that they might be saved.

And how does he return to this Dear Country? With a great disgust for Obama and his ritual of appeasement; with a disgust for the sanitized rules of combat which not only endangered him and his comrades, but profoundly handicap our efforts there.

Robert Craven