Living in a Post-9/11 America

My son was almost eight years old on September 11, 2001. In the days and months after that terrible day, it became more and more apparent to many of us that we were heading down a long and dark road. During the run-up to the war in Iraq in 2003, I had a conversation with a friend of mine. Our sons were the same age. We talked about how worried we were that our boys would end up being called on to fight the war. It seemed very likely to us that the war could end up dragging on for ten years or more and that our boys would be fighting age long before the end.

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