On Wednesday I saw a convoy of 10 to 20 vehicles, festooned with Iraqi and American flags, driving down Broadway in Everett. The vans were filled with cheering, jubilant Iraqis, honking horns and waving at everyone they saw.
On the same day I watched television and saw one of Saddam’s prisons had just been opened. About 150 malnourished children dressed in rags came running out, swarmed their American soldier liberators, and kissed them. A group of Iraqis marched down the street with a large picture of President Bush, with the slogan, “Man of Peace.” An Iraqi man showed scars on his body and his maimed hand, finally free of Saddam’s daily tortures and electric shocks. Iraqis danced in the streets with joy. Who could not weep at these sights?
Today, 25 million people are beginning to breath the fresh air of freedom for the first time in 24 years. And still the nay-sayers, the appeasers, the peaceniks (who know nothing of peace) say, “Not in my name.” So be it. To President Bush and our brave military men and women, I say, “Thank you, God bless you, and please, give me the honor of doing these things in my name.”
Everett
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