We Must Crush Them

I have had the flu for the past 5 days, and have been a bit fuzzy-brained. But I have spent a lot of time reading about the Fallujah invasion and what is at stake there. Remember the old Saturday Evening Post cover with the couple tucking their kids safely into bed with the World War II headlines lying nearby? That's what our men are fighting for--the ability for Mom and Dad to safely tuck their kids into bed at night. Here in America in 2004.
If we do not go out and meet Mohammad on the mountain, then that mountain is going to come to us. The only thing that terrorists understand is force, and so we must crush them. They wish to be dispatched to Allah and the 72 awaiting virgins? Let us grant them their last wish.