Never Forget, Never Forgive
On this day, five years ago, I was at home, mindlessly watching morning TV. All of a sudden, there was a break in programming and we cut to the greatest horror the American people have endured since Pearl Harbor.
My parents remembered until the day they died where they were on December 7th, 1941. My family and I will always remember where we were on September 11th, 2001.
Today, tears stream down my face. Tears of sorrow, of tears of remembrance, tears of rage.
The American people must unite against radical Islam, because they are united against us. And they have a better plan for killing us than we have of killing them. Those who want peace at any price do not understand that they want the peace of slavery or death, for that is the only peace you will get from these terrorists.
Today, we are engaged in a great struggle, not to kill terrorists, but to prevent them from coming into existence in the first place. Terrorists are born in the poverty and hopelessness of the poorest parts of the Islamic countries. Where a purpose and promise of 72 virgins can be sold and believed. We are trying to eliminate the environment that spawns radical Islam in the first place.
Despite the insurgency (which lasted for seven years in post-war Germany), we make progress. More Sunni's and Sh'ias want peace and freedom rather than to kill each other with car bombs.
Never forget this day. On this day was born a new American people, one forged in horror, steeled in hope, and united by a common bond.
We have places to be and terrorists to kill. We have to advance forward, retreat is not an option. We must fight these terrorists, the question is, do we advance and fight them there, in the streets of Iraq, or here, in the streets of America. Your choice.
Let's Roll.