This message from Richard, a DoD contractor, via Seamus is important to understand how Zarqawi met his fate:
We ALL got that SOB.
Some grandmother somewhere in America works in a factory soldering wires to a harness that will connect to a little square box containing a little projection camera for an F-16 Heads Up Display.
A young man or woman a year removed from high school pulled pins from 500lb bombs on a hot desert tarmac.
Another kid in America works in a foundry pouring hot aluminum alloys which will eventually find its way to the compressor stage of the F-100 engine that will power an F-16 from a runway.
Someone in America sang in a church choir on Sunday, and on Monday was holding a rivet gun, helping build another warplane, which will help keep us free.
Some group of brave men in the darkness, shined a little laser beam against a building.
Some geeky American, known for his/her math skills wrote a little program that turns numbers into coordinates.
Some young American decided to become a pilot after watching the Thunderbirds or Blue Angels put on a show.
Some American you or I will never meet, had an idea, which became GPS.
Some kid who last year was dancing at a Prom pulled the chocks.
Some kid wiped the canopy that a year ago was wiping car windshields in their summer job at the local car wash back home.
Someone working in a rubber factory had no idea that his or her work product was tucking itself into its bay as the pilot brought up the gear 20 ft off the deck.
Some little American girl who years ago was all about MTV and CDs gave a vector, cleared hot.
Some pilots did their job.
AMERICA got that son of a bitch.
Every damn one of us.
All I can say is that before he died, I hope it hurt like hell.
This one's for Nick Berg.
Andi has more about Zarq's last moments...hopefully, writhing in agony on an American stretcher...