Aftermath When the ambulance pulled into the schoolyard to retrieve the bodies of the dead, some children saw the opportunity and seized it.
They broke windows, crawled out through the broken glass and ran.
They ran for lives. They ran from the insanity and hate that had taken over their school. They ran for safety and freedom and their parents. They ran even as bullets rained down on them from snipers positioned above. They ran as Russian commandos began their attack on the building.
They ran.
Then the attack was over.
Over 150 bodies were found piled in the gymnasium after the attack. Children's bodies. Small bodies. Explosions brought the gymnasium roof down on them, covering them with debris.
Children's bodies littered the area surrounding the school. Bullet holes pocked their backs.
Mothers and fathers now file by the bodies covered with sheets, looking for the fragile, broken children whom they must now return to the earth even as their souls have been returned to heaven. Other parents search the hospitals, hoping against hope that the injuries are minor, short-lived.. Others wonder how long the scars on hearts and minds will last.
150 bodies. Many hundred more scattered, fearful, terrified, changed.
10 terrorists dead, their bodies betraying their motives and their origin. 10 Arab bodies. Not 10 Chechens. Not 10 local citizens.
10 Arab insurgents in a country not their own, there to commit acts of terror and murder against a people with whom they have no other quarrel than ethnicity and religion. 10 outsiders insinuating themselves into a conflict as a means of exploiting it for their own agenda.
Local citizens went to their homes, retreived their weapons, and hunted down the insurgents. Hunted them down and killed them like mad dogs. Hanged one. Beat one to death.
Three "Brave Freedom Fighters" cowered in the basement like cornered rats until the commandos retreived them.
May they all rot, naked and unburied with no prayers for the obscene darkness of their souls. May they wander for eternity in a hell of their own making, forever haunted by the screams of the innocents murdered at their hands. May the vultures grow fat on their putrid carcasses.

Posted by Mamamontezz at September 3, 2004 09:48 PM TrackBack

And the U.S. sent troops to Bosnia to protect these animals from the very thing they do. How much of this is funded by Saudi Arabia's "princes"? The common denominator in every instance is Arab. They spawned Bin Laden, financed Palistinian terrorists when do we as a nation stop dealing with this scum and let them eat their sand and oil. Destroy their means of revenue and blockade their country, turn the sand to glass if need be. Enough of their lying about their being our friends.
Posted by: Jack at September 4, 2004 01:52 AM

Elequent and terse. All those futures destroyed in the vain hope of getting 72 virgins.
I have linked to Emigre's post that allows you to send a letter to the Russian leaders. Please - everyone who see this - go to www.mblog.com/Emigre_With_Digital_Cluebat and send them your hopes and prayers.

Posted by: GOC in Winston Salem at September 4, 2004 06:31 AM
May they all rot, naked and unburied with no prayers for the obscene darkness of their souls. May they wander for eternity in a hell of their own making, forever haunted by the screams of the innocents murdered at their hands. May the vultures grow fat on their putrid carcasses.
Amen!
Posted by: Chablis at September 4, 2004 04:03 PM

There is a special place in hell for these people.They have no humanity.Where are the shrieks of condemnation from the Ummama?The sound of the wind through the trees...There death cult hurts the soul of all decent people .I dont care who your diety of choice is .But I know evil when I see it.We are seeing the true face of the reilgon of beheading .I have seen enough ..We need to scatter there ideas to the winds.We would be doing there women a favor if we forced a change on ISLAM.....Cheers from Hurricane Ally
Posted by: LC NeilV at September 4, 2004 05:28 PM

One can only hope:
they all rot, naked and unburied with no prayers for the obscene darkness of their souls. May they wander for eternity in a hell of their own making, forever haunted by the screams of the innocents murdered at their hands. May the vultures grow fat on their putrid carcasses.
SlagleRock Out!
Posted by: SlagleRock at September 5, 2004 01:32 AM

Shame, bitter shame on YOU, Mama, for using such soft and non-judgemental words!
Their evil should be marked out starkly, not with soft, easy terms you used.
But, as I think of it, I can find few more directly vehement words to describe the gutlessness, the shameful cowardice and ignorant bullying thuggishness you so aptly described before me.
Concur yr analysis.
Posted by: Sharps Shooter at September 6, 2004 11:04 AM

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