One morning, when I was twelve, I was helping my Dad finish up the morning milking when my older brother walked into the barn and told us that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center.
“Yeah right.” My Dad replied.
But, of course, it was real. For the people in my generation September 11th was the defining moment. It was the moment that changed everything. it was the day, as Alan Jackson said, that the world stopped turning. My friends and I used to recount to each other where we were when we heard the news.
I thought about that day yesterday when my Sister asked me about September 11th. She wasn’t even born then, but one of her close friends, a high school classmate of hers, was on alert this weekend as he and his fellow soldiers stood by to help in the evacuation of Afghanistan.
That’s how long this war has been going on. The soldiers who are fighting there weren’t even born when it began. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were suppose to kick ass and kill Bin Laden, but twenty years later we are leaving Afghanistan with our tail between our legs.
It’s hard to lose. Sometimes it’s even harder to admit defeat. I’m no fan of Joe Biden’s, but I deeply respect his ability to admit defeat in this situation. The truth is what we lost. The least we can do is be honest about it.
We shouldn’t have lost. Unlike some other wars, this one was entirely justified.
I wish that Toby Keith had been right.
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