I remember waking up twenty years ago, sitting in front of the television, trying to make sense of things. People were dead, innocent, noncombatants. Our nation was going to war. I was too young to understand.
Things had changed. That was the only thing I really knew.
As we come to the anniversary of 9/11, we find that the current president has now armed and emboldened (is it foolishness or maliciousness?) some of the same middle eastern terrorists; the war we fought, and the victory achieved, destroyed.
As the lists are read today, I can’t help but feel that each name should be followed by this epitaph, “Biden has betrayed you, the Democrats have betrayed you,” and I wonder, and I dread, if we should not also add, “and America is dead.”
When I was a child, I didn’t realize how much those towers meant, but now that I am an adult, I feel horrible, phantom pains of something missing.
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