Part 3: Why Tsarnaev Was Placed Under SAMs, a fictional account

Poor old Granddad, I laughed at all his words
I thought he was a bitter man
He spoke of women’s ways
They’ll trap you, then they’ll use you and before you even know
For love is blind and you’re far too kind,
Don’t ever let it show

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger

The can-can’s such a pretty show
It steals your heart away
But backstage, back on earth again,
The dressing rooms are grey
They come on strong and it ain’t too long
‘For they make you feel a man
But love is blind and you soon will find
You’re just a boy again

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger

When you want her lips, you get her cheek
Makes you wonder where you are
If you want some more then she’s fast asleep
Leaves you twinkling with the stars
Poor young Grandson, there’s nothing I can say
You’ll have to learn, just like me
And that’s the hardest way

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger

Ooh la la, ooh la la yeah yeah


Today was not going to be a good day, if there even was such a thing in here. Something was in the air.

Sometimes, the guards threw the inmate’s food. Anything to be mean. Nothing was off limits. It reminded Dzhokhar of grade school. No… even children knew not to cross certain lines.

No such knowledge restrained these animals. He wished there was another word to describe their behavior. Dzhokhar loved animals. He always had. He thought about the cat again.

Somewhere close by, a man was crying. It took a moment and it startled him to realize his own cheeks were wet with tears.

Strange that he never thought about girls anymore. There simply was no point in going down that road.

“Because you are precious in My sight, since you are honored and I love you, I will give other men in your place, and other peoples in exchange for your life.” Isaiah 43: 40

When Dzhokhar found that verse, he read it again and again. The words in this book affected him. They gave him comfort like he’d never felt before. He still didn’t know why, but accepted the comfort just the same. It was enough, for now.

The screams of the other men were the worst. Dzhokhar wanted so badly to help them but he was just as trapped. He also was at the mercy of the guards.

As the sounds of suffering continued, Dzhokhar reflected on a truth he’d discovered: They could wear him down. They could hurt him. Frighten him. Strip him of privacy, humiliate him. They could take all he had.

But they could not touch who he was. They couldn’t get to that. Deep inside, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev was intact. It was his little secret and he held onto it for dear life. He was no terrorist and despite everything, he wanted to live.


TWEET:  There are people that know the truth but stay silent and there are people that speak the truth but we don’t hear them cuz they’re the minority.

TWEET:  If you have the knowledge and the inspiration all that’s left is to take action.

The FBI had been combing through Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s Twitter accounts for months.  Brent and Michael found some tweets especially meaningful in light of what the Lord was leading them and a growing group of others to do. It was surprising and gratifying to discover, albeit carefully, how many true patriots remained in the Bureau.

They had the evidence, they had the numbers, they had the inspiration. All they needed now was for God to reveal the plan. When He did, they would be ready.

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