Some Came Running . . .

The plan had all the elements . . . well thought out, surprise, extreme dedication . . . except . . .

They'd feel the payback, enough of their blood hadn't yet been spilled,  he'd see them, arms, legs, faces of men, women, babies, maybe even pregnant women, blood splashing from their bodies . . . except . . .

Even if backup tried to interfere, the scorching of bullets tearing their bodies apart and tumbling them down into unthought of sudden death would reign . . . except . . .

Their torn, bleeding bodies would teach a lesson of fear, of his cunning and superiority that the world would never forget and he'd be be gone, laughing, free . . . except . . .

Except the filthy scumbag did not know the American reach, did not know that in every American community walk three, six, nine, twelve, thousands who like cubs from birth suck power, courage,  and teachings from the breast of their lioness mother to stand against evil.

Friday, August 21, 2015, three young Americans in France, far from their communities in America, recognized evil and withoug hesitation sprang into action, came running, defying death, conquering evil.