I snatched a Hezbollah flag – the yellow banner with the green fist and rifle – from one of the enemy’s strongholds in Lebanon recently. And when I say stronghold, I literally mean a strong, heavily defended battle position where the Lebanese Army and police dare not enter, and I had to enter covertly. Kathryn knows about it. I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m nuts. I’m also pretty sure she might be right. But I did it for two reasons: First, in my often flawed logic I figured that if the terrorists caught me taking the flag, they would – as expressed by a former Christian militiaman who was with me at the time – “cut my head” (meaning “cut my head off”). But the way I saw it, they would “cut my American head” if they caught me flag or no flag anyway. Second, I hate those guys.