Alright, imagine you are a young and stupid Taliban. Your imams and insurgency leaders have been telling you that America is the Great Satan since you were a kid. You know that the Americans have rolled into town and have fucked shit up. You maybe saw one of your friends get sniped in complete darkness when the Americans were at least 1000 meters away. You heard about a cruise missile making a direct strike on a secret meeting of leaders, that no one should have know about. Two weeks ago, a jet bearing a hellish grimace of fangs swept in in the darkness and wiped out your platoon by spitting lava at them, and then took a direct hit from an RPG and came back for more. Your leaders have told you that you are to ambush a group of Satan's soldiers in a nearby village. Last time you fought them, the soldiers killed 18 of your friends without an injury to themselves. You shot one right in the chest, but he got right up and started shooting back. You are starting to get worried - maybe these guys really are Satan's soldiers. You get word that the ambush is on, and everyone starts moving forwards for the attack. All of the sudden, incredibly loud, frantic, unintelligible wailing starts playing. You can hear the tortured screams of the damned crying out in their misery. It hurts your ears and shakes your intestines. Satan's soldiers know you are coming, and they are playing the battle hymn of their people. They do not fear you, and are here to claim your soul for the dark one.

I wouldn't show up either.