Oh, US. Please liberate us. Oh, pretty please drop bombs over our heads, please

Look at this pathetic account in the Washington Post:  "“How is everyone?” Marquez asked, taking a seat on the floor and laying her rifle nearby.  The “villagers” started speaking at once. Their husbands beat them. One said she didn’t want to be a sex slave around to only make babies. The “villagers” demanded education. Freedom. Equality. The pleas were lost in a shrill wall of sound.  “Ladies, I can only speak to one of you at a time,” Marquez said calmly.  But before the meeting could get going, two soldiers acting as husbands burst into the room. Screaming and waving an AK-47 rifle, the men chased their wives into a back room. Marquez, startled, jumped up and snatched her rifle. Holding it in both hands, she backed away from the men, who were huge, compared with her."   I believe it.  As soon as the Americans entered the room, the women started sharing their private concerns with the invaders.  It makes perfect sense to me.  (thanks Nir)