The Highest Form of Patriotism

I’m a tough guy. I generally don’t get upset over many things; but like most men (real men, not the beta-male imitations that have become so popular), I have a strong instinct for protecting women and children.

This made me cry.

FALLUJA, Iraq (CNN) — Like many young boys, Khidir loves playing with toy cars and wants to be a policeman like his father when he grows up. But it was his father’s very job that caused the tiny child to suffer the unimaginable.
Khidir, now 8, was kidnapped and held hostage for two years by operatives with al Qaeda in Iraq.

Khidir, now 8, was kidnapped and held hostage for two years by operatives with al Qaeda in Iraq.

Khidir was just 6 years old when he was savagely ripped away from his family, kidnapped by al Qaeda operatives in Iraq.

“They beat me with a shovel, they pulled my teeth out with pliers, they would go like this and pull it,” said Khidir, now 8, demonstrating with his hands. “And they would make me work on the farm gathering carrots.”


His father, Abdul Qader, struggles for words. “When he tells me about how they would torture him, I can’t tolerate it. I start crying,” he says. “What hurts me the most is when they hammered a nail into his leg.”


“The kidnappers called me on the phone and demanded that some prisoners that we had be released or they would slit his throat,” Khidir’s father says. “But I said no to the release. I would not put killers back out on the street that would hurt other Muslims. So I thought to myself, ‘Let my son be a martyr.’ “

A six year old boy was kidnapped and tortured for two years – two years – to pressure his dad (Abdul Qader), an Iraqi policeman, into releasing captured al-Qaeda operatives.  And that man, his father, chose to sacrifice his son – to do the right thing.  To not negotiate with terrorists.

I don’t think I would have done that.  No, I know I wouldn’t have done that.  In my grief, I would have attacked the Iraqi jail where those al-Qaeda operatives were kept, and released them – or would have died trying.  Especially if I knew al-Qaeda like he must have, and known that my little boy would have been tortured.

And if I survived the assault on the jail, I would have sent my family out of the country.  And so help me God, I would kill every last man that had any knowledge of my son being tortured.

But this man didn’t.

Understand, I’m not at all saying that Abdul is a failure for not doing all of this – not at all.  You see, Abdul is a patriot.  I’ve had America my entire life, and I would gladly give my life to keep her free and strong.  But I would not give my son’s life.  That is the difference between fighting for my country that has existed since before I was born, and fighting for my country that I wish to wrench from the hands of murderous men.

[Abdul] still fears for his son’s safety, but says he won’t quit the police force.  “Never, never,” he says. “If I leave the police force, if others leave the force, who will protect us from the terrorists? We are the only ones.”

Abdul would give anything, everything, for freedom from these terrorists – for himself, and most of all for his family.  That makes him, at least in my opinion, a better man than me.

P.S.  I know that the story basically says that Abdul is a Muslim.  I’m a Christian.  But there’s something in the Bible I think he would like:

Psalm 144:1 – Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight…

Happy hunting, Abdul.