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The good news keeps rolling in the war against radical Muslim Jihadists. Call it the purge.
The Associated Press is reporting that U.S. forces (the ones that are winning) killed a top al-Qaida terrorist in Iraq, the creep responsible for kidnapping American soldiers and other evil deeds.

Brig. Gen. Joseph Anderson said the death of the suspected terrorist and recent similar operations have left the organization in Iraq fractured.
“Abu Usama al-Tunisi was one of the most senior leaders ... the emir of foreign terrorists in Iraq and part of the inner leadership circle,” Anderson said.
Al-Tunisi was a leader in helping bring foreign terrorists into the country and his death “is a key loss” to al-Qaida leadership there, Anderson told a Pentagon news conference via videoconference from Baghdad.
“He operated in Yusufiyah, southwest of Baghdad, since the Second Battle of Fallujah in November ‘04 and became the overall emir of Yusufiyah in the summer of ‘06,” Anderson said.
“His group was responsible for kidnapping our American soldiers in June 2006,” Anderson said.

So Harry Reid, who’s losing? You and your allies, the Moveon organs and the rest of your white-flag brigade.

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Say it ain’t so, Peace Mom.

Just when it looked like Cindy Sheehan might bust a move on House Speaker Nancy “surrender first” Pelosi (which means Sheehan might get 8 percent of the vote in her bid to oust Pelosi),a judge issued a warrant for her arrest.

Apparently Sheehan missed her court date - because she doesn’t have to follow the law. Officers arrested Cindy outside the hearings at which hero Gen. Petraeus testified.

FreeRepublic.com has an article explaining the two “stories” on Cindy’s absence.

Maybe she can hide out in Iran, where she can pick up some support for her congressional campaign?

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The surrender-now crowd must be crying in their all-natural granola this morning. The Democrat presidential debate showed an inconvenient truth: the front-runners will not immediately pull out of Iraq. Shocking,I know.

Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton is looking at, oh, 2013 as a pull-out date.

She said:

There may be a continuing counter-terrorism mission,” she said, while adding that “the vast majority” of American troops would be out of Iraq by the end of her prospective first term in 2013.

This new awakening can only mean one thing: the Democrat front-runners may want to protect America after all. I know this is a stretch, but after Iranian President Mama I’m-a-need-a-Job ranted at Columbia and the United Nations, maybe they realized that the Bible is accurante when it says evil exists.

This is indeed a sad day for the Code Pinkos and the Moveon-dot-organs of the world.

Michelle Malkin has an excellent piece on this here.
Please don’t get too down on yourself, even Peace Mom Cindy Sheehan said she recognizes the troops can’t be pulled out pronto. You can read about it in Melanie Morgan’s and my book, American Mourning.

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As I stood in front of him, I saw just another man. His eyes were bright with sincerity, his face more weathered than the TV shows. I was without the nerves I felt all night when I woke every hour on the hour.

The White House invited me and many others who support the military for a breakfast and meeting with President Bush, First Lady Laura Bush, and Vice President Dick Cheney on Tuesday. (The lefties who marched against our country in anti-war, anti-Bush, anti-Cheney, pro-abortion, pro-Che Guevara rallies last weekend weren’t invited.

Imagine that? And they’re upset? Get a grip).

I didn’t think about what I would say when I met them, so I spoke off the cuff.

“Mr. President, I am Catherine Moy from Fairfield, Calif., home of Travis AFB. I am Communications Director for Move America Forward, the largest . . ..”

He smiled and put his arm around me. He thanked MAF and all of the nation’s patriots for supporting our troops.

“Mr. President. I want to thank you for your patience in this war against radical Muslim Jihadists. As you said from the beginning, this will be a long war. I also want to thank you for your patience in waiting to take a picture with me.”

Bush laughed, a Texas laugh, and squeezed my shoulder. He felt like an old friend. And why not? He has protected my skin for seven years. Another friend tried taking a picture, but my camera’s battery went dead. Classic.
I was satisfied standing close to the most powerful person in the world, his arm tight on my shoulder. We chatted. Then the White House’s official photographer came around.

“OK California. Here we go,” President Bush said to me. We turned toward the photographer, who snapped away.

I had watched all morning as President Bush spoke to us, then shared time with individuals. Many had lost a son or daughter in Iraq or Afghanistan. After meeting with the president, who hugged and kissed them, many walked away with tears streaking their faces, their souls touched by the man who so loves our country, he sent their children to fight for it. .Some looked as if a weight were lifted from their tired, broken hearts. Their legs moved slowly, as through setting concrete, their arms close to the chest that President Bush had held close.

The sight moved me. I remember the pictures that ran in the Vacaville Reporter, for which I write a regular column, of Cindy Sheehan hugging and snuggling with President Bush. That was before she was poisoned by politics and a need to run from the grief that still grips her.

“It’s important people hear from you. It’s important people hear your voice.  And I want to thank you for organizing,” Bush said in his speech on the White House South Lawn. “I want to thank you not only for the grassroots support of our families; I want to thank you for going up to Capitol Hill. And here’s a message I hope you deliver:  The commander-in-chief wants to succeed, and the commander-in-chief takes seriously the recommendations of our military commanders.”

The crowd loved Bush because they love America. We cheered and spontaneously broke out in chants of, “USA.USA.” Men who lost their legs in the war against America’s Muslim enemies offered a standing ovation. Mothers and fathers whose sons gave their lives rose to their feet and shouted. World War II vets, civilians fighting the enemy within – the Cindy Sheehan’s of the world – pumped fists.

After breakfast, I met with Mrs. Bush, who exudes class. She wore a pantsuit, but might as well have been sporting a Versace gown. She was gracious, soft, but strong.

Me, Laura Bush and Deborah Johns, Director of Military Relations, Move America Forward

I noted a long, fresh surgical wound on her neck, stretching from her hairline down her back. Secret Service grabbed the arms of admirers who hugged Mrs. Bush and gently glided them down her back to avoid causing her pain. She hurt, but invited us into what she called the People’s House.

A First Lady gives so much to the country.

No visit to the White House would be complete with out rubbing elbows with Cheney. I introduced myself.

“Mr. Vice President, you and I almost danced once. During your first inauguration. You know, when you and Dubya stole the election,” I said, winking.

Everybody laughed. Even the Secret Service. Cheney gave that cock-eyed smile. The official photographer yelled out, what’s your name?

“Catherine Moy – rhymes with Joy!!!”

Cheney and I chatted. He had a comfortable manner, like my Texas relatives. Sweet, loving. Hillary Clinton called him Darth Vader this week. Haha. Michael Moore must stop writing her comedic lines. Seems she hasn’t taken the time to speak with the Vice President. Or she’s a liar. Or both.

I left the White House Tuesday knowing we are in good hands. The best. Thank God.

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Lt. Col. Buzz Patterson, vice chairman of Move America Forward, told us of the dark news: His friend, his “hero,” his “son” was killed in Iraq.

He was stunned, though the Colonel knows the sights and smells of war first hand.

Sgt. Eddie Jeffers was his family, and so he is ours. Our sincere condolences to Eddie’s family and friends, and to the Uninted States which has lost another of its best.

As Gold Star Mom Debbie Lee says about her brave son, “Sgt. Jeffers has been redeployed to Heaven.”

God Speed, Sgt. Jeffers.

And here is an article Eddie wrote. Nobody could say it better:

Hope Rides Alone
USA Sgt. Eddie Jeffers, USA (Iraq)
February 1, 2007

I stare out into the darkness from my post, and I watch the city burn to the ground. I smell the familiar smells, I walk through the familiar rubble, and I look at the frightened faces that watch me pass down the streets of their neighborhoods. My nerves hardly rest; my hands are steady on a device that has been given to me from my government for the purpose of taking the lives of others.

I sweat, and I am tired. My back aches from the loads I carry. Young American boys look to me to direct them in a manner that will someday allow them to see their families again...and yet, I too, am just a boy....my age not but a few years more than that of the ones I lead. I am stressed, I am scared, and I am paranoid...because death is everywhere. It waits for me, it calls to me from around street corners and windows, and it is always there. 

There are the demons that follow me, and tempt me into thoughts and actions that are not my own...but that are necessary for survival. I’ve made compromises with my humanity. And I am not alone in this. Miles from me are my brethren in this world, who walk in the same streets...who feel the same things, whether they admit to it or not.

And to think, I volunteered for this…

And I am ignorant to the rest of the world...or so I thought.

But even thousands of miles away, in Ramadi, Iraq, the cries and screams and complaints of the ungrateful reach me. In a year, I will be thrust back into society from a life and mentality that doesn’t fit your average man. And then, I will be alone. And then, I will walk down the streets of America, and see the yellow ribbon stickers on the cars of the same people who compare our President to Hitler.

I will watch the television and watch the Cindy Sheehans, and the Al Frankens, and the rest of the ignorant sheep of America spout off their mouths about a subject they know nothing about. It is their right, however, and it is a right that is defended by hundreds of thousands of boys and girls scattered across the world, far from home. I use the word boys and girls, because that’s what they are. In the Army, the average age of the infantryman is nineteen years old. The average rank of soldiers killed in action is Private First Class.

People like Cindy Sheehan are ignorant. Not just to this war, but to the results of their idiotic ramblings, or at least I hope they are. They don’t realize its effects on this war. In this war, there are no Geneva Conventions, no cease fires. Medics and Chaplains are not spared from the enemy’s brutality because it’s against the rules. I can only imagine the horrors a military Chaplain would experience at the hands of the enemy. The enemy slinks in the shadows and fights a coward’s war against us. It is effective though, as many men and women have died since the start of this war. And the memory of their service to America is tainted by the inconsiderate remarks on our nation’s news outlets. And every day, the enemy changes...only now, the enemy is becoming something new. The enemy is transitioning from the Muslim extremists to Americans. The enemy is becoming the very people whom we defend with our lives. And they do not realize it. But in denouncing our actions, denouncing our leaders, denouncing the war we live and fight, they are isolating the military from society...and they are becoming our enemy.

Democrats and peace activists like to toss the word “quagmire” around and compare this war to Vietnam. In a way they are right, this war is becoming like Vietnam. Not the actual war, but in the isolation of country and military. America is not a nation at war; they are a nation with its military at war. Like it or not, we are here, some of us for our second, or third times; some even for their fourth and so on. Americans are so concerned now with politics, that it is interfering with our war. 

Terrorists cut the heads off of American citizens on the internet...and there is no outrage, but an American soldier kills an Iraqi in the midst of battle, and there are investigations, and sometimes soldiers are even jailed...for doing their job.

It is absolutely sickening to me to think our country has come to this. Why are we so obsessed with the bad news? Why will people stop at nothing to be against this war, no matter how much evidence of the good we’ve done is thrown in their face? When is the last time CNN or MSNBC or CBS reported the opening of schools and hospitals in Iraq? Or the leaders of terror cells being detained or killed?  It’s all happening, but people will not let up their hatred of President Bush. They will ignore the good news, because it just might show people that Bush was right.

America has lost its will to fight. It has lost its will to defend what is right and just in the world. The crazy thing of it all is that the American people have not even been asked to sacrifice a single thing. It’s not like World War II, where people rationed food and turned in cars to be made into metal for tanks. The American people have not been asked to sacrifice anything. Unless you are in the military or the family member of a servicemember, its life as usual...the war doesn’t affect you.

But it affects us. And when it is over and the troops come home and they try to piece together what’s left of them after their service...where will the detractors be then? Where will the Cindy Sheehans be to comfort and talk to soldiers and help them sort out the last couple years of their lives, most of which have been spent dodging death and wading through the deaths of their friends? They will be where they always are, somewhere far away, where the horrors of the world can’t touch them. Somewhere where they can complain about things they will never experience in their lifetime; things that the young men and women of America have willingly taken upon their shoulders.

We are the hope of the Iraqi people. They want what everyone else wants in life: safety, security, somewhere to call home. They want a country that is safe to raise their children in. Not a place where their children will be abducted, raped and murdered if they do not comply with the terrorists demands. They want to live on, rebuild and prosper. And America has given them the opportunity, but only if we stay true to the cause and see it to its end. But the country must unite in this endeavor...we cannot place the burden on our military alone. We must all stand up and fight, whether in uniform or not. And supporting us is more than sticking yellow ribbon stickers on your cars. It’s supporting our President, our troops and our cause.

Right now, the burden is all on the American soldiers. Right now, hope rides alone. But it can change, it must change. Because there is only failure and darkness ahead for us as a country, as a people, if it doesn’t.

Let’s stop all the political nonsense, let’s stop all the bickering, let’s stop all the bad news and let’s stand and fight!
Isn’t that what America is about anyway?

Sergeant Eddie Jeffers was a US Army Infantryman serving in Ramadi, Iraq at the time he wrote this piece.