THE WAR EXPLAINED TO A 9 YR OLD SON

A lesson to a son:

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 told him:

"Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
 

"I see trees and cars and our neighbors 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 see that man come out of his house 
with his wife and 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 crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and afraid of their father. You see all of 
this son....what do you do?"
 

"Dad?"
 

"What do you do son?!"
 

"I call the police, Dad."
 

"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and they take your call, 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 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 it....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 husbands questions and
he tells him...."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 this 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 my son to his chest and hugs him tight, and cries..."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. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do
it alone, before......it's 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 is the greatest EVIL of all. Our
President is doing what is right. We, as a free 
nation, must understand that this war is a war of humanity. WE must remove this evil man from
power so that we can continue to live in a free 
world where we are not afraid to look out our 
window and see crimes on humanity.
 

So that my nine year old son won't grow up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes" the 
blinds the atrocities in the world won't affect him. Today the second day of "WAR on IRAQ" I felt compelled to write this and pass it along. 
Hopefully, you will understand the lesson
my husband tried to teach our son.

"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 PRESIDENT! BE PROUD  OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA!! 
SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL 
NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS...."
 
 

GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS!!!!
GOD BLESS OUR PRESIDENT!!!
GOD BLESS YOU,

Author Unknown
 
 
 

I am proud to say that being Welsh, we here in the UK also have become involved in this war against terrorism to the Iraq people, and want our children to also be able to look out of their windows and see freedom, knowing that they would if the need arose be willing to fight for it

Gwen....This was shared with me by my friend
 Lynn