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Posted on 09/10/2007 6:41:30 PM PDT by Milwaukee_Guy
HOW TO STOP ISLAMIC TERRORISTS . . . it worked once in our History . . .
Once in US history an episode of Islamic terrorism was very quickly stopped. It happened in the Philippines about 1911, when Gen. John J. Pershing was in command of the garrison. There had been numerous Islamic terrorist attacks, so “Black Jack” told his boys to catch the perps and teach them a lesson.
Forced to dig their own graves, the terrorists were all tied to posts, execution style. The US soldiers then brought in pigs and slaughtered them, rubbing their bullets in the blood and fat. Thus, the terrorists were terrorized; they saw that they would be contaminated with hogs’ blood. This would mean that they could not enter Heaven, even if they died as terrorist martyrs.
All but one was shot, their bodies dumped into the grave, and the hog guts dumped atop the bodies. The lone survivor was allowed to escape back to the terrorist camp and tell his brethren what happened to the others. This brought a stop to terrorism in the Philippines for the next 50 years.
Pointing a gun into the face of Islamic terrorists won’t make them flinch. They welcome the chance to die for Allah. Like Gen. Pershing, we must show them that they won’t get to Muslim heaven (which they believe has an endless supply of virgins) but instead will die with the hated pigs of the devil.
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Have heard that that story was made up. (to add a skeptic’s opinion).
My dad was absolutely beside himself, as my mother had left just 3 days prior for a tour of London, Paris and Rome. He wanted us to come home, but I was staying put as I didn't feel home was that safe either (I grew up about an hours drive from Fort Knox) At the time my husband was a sonar technician on a US Navy fast attack submarine and we were preparing ourself for the possibility that he was going to be sent off to war. He didn't get home that night until well after dinnertime. As it stood, he did leave for his first 6 month deployment later that year.
Well, made up or not it carries the right sentiment...
I was sitting at my desk doing some work on the computer. I had one of those little 8” tv’s on the shelf above my pc and it was muted while I was working. I looked up a few minutes after the first plane hit and saw the video of the tower with all the smoke. I turned on the volume and hollered at my son to wake up..
My mother was still alive- and in the background (with CNN on her tv) I heard her say “Oh dear God, wasn’t the Cole enough”?
I sat and watched on this tiny tv screen, spellbound as I watched the 2nd plane hit. My son was shouting in complete rage..I sat in shock.
We went out to the living room (where the tv screen was a lot bigger!) and tried to absorb what was happening. My mother (who was 85 and blind) made her way out to the kitchen and started washing breakfast dishes. We kept asking her to come sit with us..finally I asked her how she could be doing dishes with all this going on. She said to me “I did dishes all the years your uncles were in Europe and the Pacific, this is what you do. You stay busy”.
The phone was ringing like crazy throughout the morning- I have a cousin who works on Wall St and friends all over Manhattan, we were hearing from their friends ..everyone wondering if anyone had heard from them yet...it was days before we learned one of them was dead- the others were safe.
At some point it dawned on me that no one really knew what the hell was going on- and how bad it might get- so I decided to get food and went to the grocery store. The contrasts in the store were bizarre. Some people apparently (at 1 pm eastern) still hadn’t heard, and they were shopping in blissful ignorance- but the majority of shoppers were sober, intent and very quiet. Living in Florida I’m used to frenzied shopping after a hurricane warning- but this was really different.
Three thoughts went through my mind all day- 1)nothing will ever be the same in America,or the world 2) My son is going to enlist and fight in this war (he told me this after the second tower fell), 3) Thank God Al Gore isn’t our president.
I was outside, a few blocks away when the planes hit.
Here’s a close call story for yous.
My husband was scheduled to do a presentation in NYC, at the Windows on the World in the North Tower, 107th floor the next day (9/12/01), but he also had entry for September 11. Given the wonderful weather, he was considering going up a day early to enjoy the view and meet people.
I was just starting my work day at my home office in Connecticut. Hubby called from his car on the way to NYC around 9:05am and said, “Turn on the TV”. We theorized about the news as he headed to NYC.
It wasn’t until after the 2nd plane hit, he said, “I think I’ll just go tomorrow...” He picked up the kids from school and we were all home by noon.
I was in the office in South Jersey working on the computer. One of the attorneys came in and told me she heard on the radio that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I got onto FR immediately. I went home and watched it after my husband called from Philadelphia to tell me his employer was closing down as they did not know how long the bridges would be open. It was so very eerie that night with no planes at all flying over (we lived over a flight path for Philadelphia). Now and then we could see a fighter jet far, far away by the Jersey shore.
You’ve got some memories seared. It amazes me that NYC remains a democrat enclave.
I paid the cab and walked into the restaurant and the entire bar of expats was crowded around watching the television.
I got a call from one of our associates who was in NJ, and watching the whole thing. Someone turned on the TV and I got there just as the second plane hit. I knew at once what had happened.
We watched awhile, then tried to handle the phones. Someone came in my office and said the Pentagon had been hit. I walked out the back door and saw the smoke rising. My thoughts and words at that time are unprintable. I went back upstairs and then heard the office was closing.
DC had started to go into panic mode, people were running. As we started the commute to rural Maryland, a large aircraft came over very low. You could see people on the street ducking and confused. Being former USAF, I knew from the sound that the aircraft were military, but I unhooked my seatbelt anyway just in case I should have to make a hasty exit. It’s interesting the things you remember like that.
It took us hours to get out of town. All the while we were listening to the radio. When I finally got to where my truck was parked, I still had another 20 miles or so to get home.
I am still angry. We lost some friends that day. I will never forget. God rest their souls, and God bless America.
I spun around to these soft liberals and said distinctly: "We're in a WAR. Get ready. Get your students ready." They just looked at me with confused and blank expressions. Then I went to the TRUST (Crisis) counselor and told him we'd better be wrapping our arms around the muslim students and reassuring them we know they're not to blame.
You know what the reaction was from the schools? We were forbidden from showing the tapes and ongoing coverage of the event. Too "traumatic" was the explanation.
Today, six years later that attitude has only grown worse. Especially in light of the fact that we haven't been struck again. A lot of public school teachers are terrorist apologists.
I can't wait to retire.
I was late for work. That morning, I was working in the Time-Life Building, in midtown at 50th and 6th. My train got into Grand Central Station around 8:50 and it was a fifteen minute walk to my office.
When I got to 48th and 6th, I heard a low-flying plane. It was an odd sound. Planes don’t fly low over Manhattan. I looked up, saw nothing, and looked around at my fellow pedestrians. No one else seemed to have noticed anything odd.
I passed by the News Corp building, home to Fox News and checked the time on the outside clock. A couple minutes past nine.
I made it to the office around 9:05. And soon started hearing the news. The Time-Life Building was considered a possible target so everyone was encouraged to go home. No trains were running. Crowds of stunned people were in the streets, walking to their apartments or to the bridges out of the City.
I stayed until I was sure that everyone had a place to go before I left. Other bosses hightailed it out without a look back. That gave me something to be angry about besides the Towers. I guess that was the start of my feeling that we were at war, and we’d damn better be strong.
I called my wife and told her I was walking north. I figured I’d walk out of the City and get some place she could drive and pick me up.
So I walked from 50th into Harlem at 125th Street—just as the trains began running again.
The next morning, the New York Times banner headline was “An Act of War”. (My, how attitudes have changed!)
How about you guys?
HEADS UP FoxNews is airing their coverage of 9/11 NOW
Upon seeing the first tower hit, I went in and woke Mr. Spectre, who was sleeping in after a long night at work.
We sat up in bed watching in horror as the next plane hit.
The news of the other hijacked planes came in quickly after that.
We were in shock.
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I was home with my 6 years old who was sick that day and could not go to school. I was cleaning the littler box and my mom called and told me to turn on the TV. My six year old at the time sat with me the whole day and watched the towers fall. I also remember my husband calling telling me to leave the house because other planes were in the air and he was worried about the nuclear plant by our house. I refused to leave. I also had nightmares for a week. I kept thinking it was all a bad dream!
God bless our troops for keeping us safe!
thanks so much for reminding me of that video. I just watched it again.
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