I don't want to see their faces, their vitality, their competence, willingness, their distinctly American spirit. Had they died at Thermopylae, Stirling Bridge, Bunker Hill, Iwo Jima or any number of battles or engagements that have advanced the enduring cause of liberty, I would be pleased to see their likenesses memorialized in bronze. Why are our elite warriors so vulnerable, dying helplessly, for at best, an obliquely understood mission.
Yes, there are ideologues who are determined to destroy us gathered in distant hard lands. That we can track them down and kick their ass on their home turf is not in question but the sissification of our civilian leadership has their hands tied with rules of engagement suitable for flag football, not the violent mayhem in which these warriors excel. Define the mission, provide whatever resources are necessary, kick ass, let them swagger home and dare anyone to say a m#therf*ckin' word!
What's worse is, there is something strange about this result. 22 SEALs, 3 Air force spec operators and 5 other support team members on one transport vehicle on a combat mission? Are you serious? Was there an intelligence breach, poor planning or just one giant fustercluck? I will emphasize that I don't know what the circumstances were but I am pissed off and I hurt for their families. I don't want to see their faces because, I am angry and ashamed. America has lost the courage to support these young men; the support they absolutely deserve. Because we lack the discipline of a well defined purpose for their continued presence there and the resolve to see it through, we may as well have shot them down ourselves.
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