Waleed M. Alshehri.
Satam Al Suqami.
These are the names of the men who attacked my country. There were only nineteen of them. Seven of them were pilots.
Look at their names. They were born of women, cherished as babies, nurtured and raised to adulthood.
And they were twisted by lies and hatred and deception, and somehow reasoned to themselves that they only way to get their point across -- and we're all still trying to figure out what that point is -- would be to destroy the lives of innocent people whose only crime was to get up and go to work in the morning, in a country whose politics they didn't agree with.
How many children will not be born, cherished, nutured, raised to adulthood? How many hopes have been smashed, how many dreams destroyed? How many children lost a parent, or both parents; how many parents have to bury their children? How many lives will it cost before our anger is mollified?
I'm not saying that we shouldn't seek retribution, and that it shouldn't be paid in blood. If I had the target in my sights, I'd pull the trigger in a heartbeat. I'm saying that there was no honor in this attack. No reason, no logic. It was cowardice of the highest order.
Some might think that their names should be forgotten. I say remember them. Revile them. Their names should be a mark of evil. We need to identify that evil and kill it, root and branch, burn the land and sow the soil with salt.