Moments of the Iraq War (or what's left of it)

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The parochial elementary school teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment:
Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.
The teacher asked, "Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
Johnny replied, "Yes, ma'am, my daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen.
She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a small flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break, and then her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops.
She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, 'till the blade broke, then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."
"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?"
"Stay the hell away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking."
 

Two Arabs boarded a flight out of New York.
One sat in the window seat and the other sat in the middle seat.
Just before takeoff, an American got on and took the aisle seat.
After takeoff, the American kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, I think I'll get up and get a beer."
No problem," said the American, "I'll get it for you."
While he was gone, one of the Arabs picked up the American's shoe and spat in it.
When he returned with the beer, the other Arab said, "That looks good, I think I'll have one too."
Again, the American obligingly went to get it and while he was gone, the other Arab picked up the other shoe and spat in it.
When the American returned to his seat, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight.
As the plane was landing, the American slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.
He looked at the two Arabs and asked, "Why does it have to be this way?"
How long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity?
This spitting in shoes and pissing in beers?"