The brigades protecting the graveyard and temple have very little choice. Those are the safest places to be under the circumstances. They are protecting holy ground. To the death. This is where they have to be. This is what they have to do. The last stand of the true believers. There can be no nobler cause. This is Abraham's land. The valley of peace where the dead martyrs rest. The deity must certainly look favorably on its defenders. That's what this is all about. Bombing Abraham's ex-home wouldn't go over well with all the other true believers. Bombing graveyards has never been a smart thing to do. That's our handicap. But it's time to get them out. The graveyard has a gazillion structures to hide in. We'd have to go in and sweep the whole place man-to-man. No heavy artillery. They can use it but we can't. Mausoleums, tunnels, crypts. In military terms, foxholes. That's a nasty fight to have to fight. On either side.

At some point this evening I revived the surround house sound system. Length of time from initiation of radio signal until Greg Douglass plays guitar, 3.1 minutes. I rest my case.