Dad said nothing. He looked at mom, squarely at her in the eyes, just nodded his head in agreement with me. Ruthie was crying. I remembered the old movie “RED DAWN” where the boys saw their parents being executed by invaders. I remembered where one of the boys told another to let his tears turn to hate. I mentioned the movie to Ruthie and mom.
I said “I don't want to hate these people. I would rather turn tail and run than kill them all. But if we start running they will pursue, and the probability is there are more of them of different groups toward the coast. So if it is up to me I want to stay and fight for as long as it is necessary to eliminate this group of murderers and rapists. Then maybe we can move on and do so at least without a pursuing militia of killers.”
No one disagreed w
