"How would I conduct this war on terror? Instead of sending our troops halfway across the earth to Iraq, I'd station them in this country to protect our borders from illegals."
The terrorists among the illegals, like any other fighting force, need a secure rear area in which to train, receive funds, necessary supplies and obtain motivation and guidance. Without that, they will collapse into a rabble.
Every organization since time began needed these things. Without them, even the most fervent adherents lapse into the day to day, drift off and get married and find jobs. Iraq and other countries are center of the malevolence directed against us, without which no organized attack is possible.
Sealing the borders will never work, while aircraft land or ships dock or trains rattle through their appointed routes. A nuke can be set off in a ship before it reaches customs. A passenger or cargo aircraft can be preloaded with biological weapons in Arabia so that it can become a butterfly of death above our nation.
It is a regrettable fact that there isn't room enough on this planet for militant Islam and anyone else. The oceans aren't wide enough, nor any mountain range lofty enough to encompass their consuming hatred. They are burning up with it, like a fevered man, like a demon in hell. It is our curse, some would say our privilege, to stand between them and our children, and all the decent folk of this planet.
If there is more hatred to come, what of it? This is our time, and our fight.
Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the Gate:
"To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods?"