WE WON!!

WE stinkin’ won! Sometimes I think we just need to jump up and say it. Ever since WW II, we’ve been kinda standing in the shadows fiddling with our collective national hat, aw shucks’ing and pssshaw’ing and watching the kiddies in Europe play in the sandbox we built for them, the same kids whom we had to pry appart from their sibling rivalries and get to play nice. And now that they’re able to do a bit on their own, they think their survival is the result of their skills. Yeah, it was: Their skills in letting us separate them, heal their boo-boos, and stand between them while the played nice. Their skills in accepting billions in American largesse to rebuild their scarred countrysides. In the statement, “born on third base and thinks he hit a triple,” That’s old Europe.

And when the bully across the fence wanted to come take all their marbles, it was America, me and a few million others, who watched the fence day and night, holding a big stick behind our back, to keep the bully out. And you know what!?!?! WE BEAT THE BULLY TOO!!!!

SO WE, US, ALL OF US, WE WON!!!!

Terrorists? Nothing more than a poisonous snake invading a summer picnic. While the liberals want to cuddle the snake, analyse the cause of its’ snakeness, and give it room to grow, all WE need to do is remember WE WON THE WAR!!!! and act like it, and push the ooooohhing and aaaahhing kids out of the way, push the appeasers out of the way, and get on with the business of killing the snake in the park and then go after the nest.

WE WON THE WAR!!!! We had some sticky battles: Korea, Viet Nam, but in the greater view of the war, WE WON!

So what if France acts like the little kid whose daddy rescued him from the bully and now leans from behind daddy’s legs and pokes his tongue out as the bully stares on impotently… Deep down, France knows WE WON!!!! They could bulldoze the graveyards in Normandy and still know deep down that they don’t speak German (or Russian) today because WE WON!

And just as sometimes **I** need to say it to myself and my friends and fellow veterans, sometimes I think that WE as a nation need to say it, too.

So who’s gonna say it for us? George “American Cowboy” Bush, or John F. “french-looking, I fought in Viet Nam and then stuck a knife in the backs of those still there” Kerry?