NEVER FORGET
Never Forget ping
It’s hard to forget when there is an early memorial service ten feet from my window, with the bagpipe practice starting quite a bit beforehand. But this is the one interruption of the quiet that I never mind. These guys can do whatever they want. I love them all. They are infinitely more precious than a few more hours of sleep.
Fifteen years. One thought I had in my rage that day was we MUST remember. I could almost see the way the left would reframe and rewrite what happened.
Always remember...never forget.