US sticking it's nose where it DOES belong

Many people make the argument that the United States should offer it's help to other countries instead of forcing it upon them.  I feel differently.  There is a time and a place when the US has needed to intervene and I honestly believed that it has helped these countries overall.  For instance in 2003 the US invaded Iraq and brought down their president Sadaam Hussein.  however, I am not condoning the Iraq war, there were many unnecessary things done during the Iraq war that I believe were morally wrong.  And yes, for all of you out there asking what about all the bombings and civilians killed because of the war, they didn't deserve it and I do not condone it at all.  Another example of when the US has "butted" in for a good reason is in afghanistan.  They are in Afghanistan for all the right reasons but acting in all the wrong ways.  So what I am trying to say is that there is a time and place for the US to intervene without offering help first.  This intervention should also include some rules so that war crimes and things of that nature do not happen.

Barder and the Flying Turban

Barder flew across the night sky.  Tonyo upon his back. They flew and flew over the mountains mountains and valleys.  Barder scared to look down and Tonyo in awe of what he saw.  A sudden gust of wind came of of the silence and slapped they across their tails and they plummeted.  Down they went, sinking until ' paws brushed across the ground.  As they floated along the ground they slowed and stopped along the outskirts of a town.  Tonyo stepped off and breathed in a huge sigh of relief.  Standing on the edge of this small town, his eyes glistened, he could hardly tear his eyes away from the village.  He was home.  How good it felt to be home.  Without looking away he removed the orange turban from his head and placed it upon Barder's, whispering thanks. Tonyo walked towards the village, kicking up tiny clouds of sand as he got closer and closer.  Barder watched wondering what would be in store for him next.

Writing in Reverse

Walking through the subway station he looks like any other person.  Blending in with the crowd.  You would never know where he has just come from or that he ever goes there.  When you see him you think of a man who lives in a little house with a front yard and a fence, with his wife and kids.  He seems sad, but you would never know.  He carries a newspaper.  Could he be checking the stock market?  Could he be reading about the most recent charity event in the city?  Where has he just been? The doctors office?  The bar? The world will never know.  He has just come from an apartment.  It is not his summer house or his commuter apartment.  No.  It is a secret apartment of his.  It is a small apartment in an unsuspecting neighborhood.  There are girls living there.  Lots of girls in a small, small space.  Many girls from all over, barely knowing how to speak english.  They work down at the corner of the street at night.  Collecting money to pay him back the debt for being brought to America.  When he leaves the apartment he turns and locks the 3 bolts on the door.  And again he blends in with the world.  You would never know where he has just come from or that he ever goes there.  When you see him, you think of a man who lives in a little house with a front yard and a fence, with his wife and kids.