Doo da, doo da.
Iraqis now can have some fun,
Oh doo da day !
Is he alive or dead ? At this point only God knows.
And believe me HE KNOWS.
E v e r y t h i n g.
Today when I watched the statue being taken down by the Iraqis and the US Marines, I cried. I cried for all the helpless innocents who died screaming in a torture chamber when there was no one to come and save them. For all the women who were raped in front of their husbands.
For all the children who where tortured in front of their parents. For all the people who were summarily executed on the whim of the Butcher of Baghdad and his sadistic sons. Then, there was no one strong enough to help the people of Iraq. Today, there we were side by side, working together to pull down a symbol of a madman’s reign of terror. May there never again be a cry for help that goes unheeded in Iraq.
Oh, I know the job is not over. Life is messy, and rarely simple. I know there are people there who have been taught to hate Americans and western culture. They will hate us still. But our only hope is they are in the minority. We still have work to do, and we will have to remain strong. But every American and Australian and British soldier who lost their lives or were wounded in this war, made it possible for these people to finally do what was impossible just a few weeks ago, to express how they really feel about Saddam. May we honor their memories. They died in defense of the helpless. There is no greater thing a human being can do. They are heroes. We must never forget that.
Let Freedom Ring.