'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the desert
Not a creature was stirring, not even a terrorist;
Their AK’s were placed on the floor with care,
In hopes that Osama soon would be there;
The jihadists were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 72 virgins danc'd in their heads,
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
but warplanes armed to the gills.
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Merry Christmas.Yemen's military hit suspected al-Qaida hideouts, possibly killing a radical cleric linked to the U.S. Army major accused of the Fort Hood mass shooting, as a gathering of top militant leaders was targeted in a remote mountain valley Thursday in strikes carried out with U.S. intelligence help, officials said.
At least 30 militants were believed to be killed in the second such strike in a week. Pentagon officials could not confirm Thursday whether radical cleric Anwar Al-Awlaki was killed in the strike.
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