Martyrdom
Michael Yon at the scene of a suicide bombing in Mosul, with a tale of true martyrdom, one who gave his life to blunt the force of a murderer’s attack:
As the murderer dressed in women’s clothes walked purposefully toward his target, there was a village man ahead. But under the guise of a simple villager was a true Martyr, and he, too, had his target in sight. The Martyr had seen through the disguise, but he had no gun. No bomb. No rocket. No stone. No time.
The Martyr walked up to the murderer and lunged into a bear hug, on the spot where we were now standing.
The blast ripped the Martyr to pieces which fell along with pieces of the enemy. Ball-bearings shot through the alley and wounded two children, but the people in the mosque were saved. The man lay in pieces on the ground, his own children having seen how his last embrace saved the people of the village.
Do you think you could do it? Have the presence of mind and the willingness to sacrifice yourself like that? I doubt it. Few of us do. But we haven’t been asked to do it yet, so we don’t have that one critical bit of terrible knowledge. Whether we have it in us. We just look to someone like this man in shock and awe. Another man who has shown us that death isn’t the worst of things, and sometimes it’s the best of things. Read the rest here.
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 12:37 am on Saturday, February 3, 2007
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February 3rd, 2007 at 1:11 am
The Hands of God
The Hands of God Michael Yon. H/T: Michelle He was dressed as a woman as he walked down the alley toward the mosque full of worshippers. It was Friday, just before Ashura, and the air was chilled. The bomb strapped
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