Dear terrorist/insurgent/psychopathic fuckpoles,
We are coming for you.
Remember us? We are the guys who drove you to cower alone in isolated firing positions in that cold desert. We are the ones who scared you so badly that you resorted to whispering during your conversations.
Blood stains our hands without ever taking up a weapon to fire upon you. Our killing is done indirectly and we do it en masse without collateral damage.
Think of me and mine when you huddle in your current shit-hole waiting for that JDAM to drop through the roof. Maybe tonight it will be an A-team kicking in that plank you laughingly call a door. Maybe it will just plain old straight leg infantry who takes you to justice like hey did Saddam… Who can say? You can be sure that who ever it is they will be brought to you courtesy of me and mine.
We are the terror that flaps in the night. We are not the apathetic folks in the EU who you dealt with before. We know what we are doing and we love it.
My hands shake with rage and anticipation as I compose this missive to you. I will rejoice in your pain. I laugh at your suffering. While you target women an children I will bring the fight to you the man behind the scenes. No longer will you simply order idealistic young men to their deaths while you suck the smoke from your nargila. We will bring the hurt-makers to your door and I will revel in your surprise as you reveled in the pain and loss of 9-11.
My job is to use my brother and sister soldiers as a crucible into which all of our hate, our skills, and our vengeance may be smelted to form a sword of incredible lethality. Unfortunately for you we are much like a popular comic book hero in our culture. We are the best at what we do and what we do is not very nice. I am not a gentleman and this is not a gentleman’s business. We will find you and then we will fuck you up.
You will not know us. You will not see us. You will not hear us but we will know you. In the biblical sense you gleeful fondler of other camel-rapists butt-nuggets. Dream of your martyr’s virgins and instead you will receive the wonder of a prison cell.
You can run but you can’t hide from me.
In God We Trust… All Others We Monitor…
We are coming… Bitches…