Another mass grave found in Iraq

Rick Brady at Stones Cry Out has a heart-breaking account of the recent mass-grave discovered in Iraq. I urge you to read this horrific account before reading my comments to follow.

Now, as ridiculous as it sounds, there are many on the left who would argue that the U.S. has caused just as much horror to the people of Iraq by killing innocent civilians. Michael Moore would gladly show burned and charred bodies of children in Iraq that he would claim are due to American imperialist aggression.

I'm not in denial that the collateral damage of war can inflict death and horror upon innocent civilians. I don't believe that the grief of a mother whose daughter was slain by Saddam Hussein's henchmen is any greater than that of a mother whose daughter was killed by an errant U.S. missile. The difference, however, lies in the word "errant".

There's a universe of difference between a man who would menacingly approach a young boy, still clutching his ball (as Rick Brady's account illustrates), and with the malice of a devil, intentionally put a bullet in his brain versus the man who would inadvertently shoot that boy in a failed attempt to kill the devil bearing upon him. Any who would argue that they are one and the same are not worth my time. I have no use for them. They are the enablers of the mass graves and they might as well be digging the ditches themselves.

We can argue about WMD and whether Hussein was an imminent threat but there is no arguing the incomprehensible fear that the child clutching his ball was feeling in the final moments of his precious life. There is no arguing the imminence of Hussein's threat to him.

The brave men and women of the Coalition in Iraq are sacrificing their very lives in the hope that such a child will never have to turn and face such monsters again. And to the Michael Moore's of the world, I challenge you to look into the eyes of Saddam Hussein and then into the eyes of a Marine. If you see the same monster then look into a mirror and behold the real monstrosity.

The soldiers of this war who have perished in the fight for goodness I believe are now in a better place than we who still abide here. Yet in their leaving, they have made this world better for their having graced it. And the child found in this grave, clutching his ball, is there too, standing beside them with nary a monster in sight.