Well, howdy there internet people? It's Bo again. And today is September 11th.

Years ago, it seems like a lifetime ago, really. A young engineer named Nick

roused to me out of Iraq.

Plains just hit the World Trade Center.

Took me a minute to kind of wake up and get out there.

Turn a corner, look at the TV, get there just in time to see the second plane hit.

We knew then it was an accident and we knew what that meant.

So we did what I think most men of our ilk would have done.

We grabbed beer in a board game called Risk, sat there and watch people die live on TV, knowing a whole bunch of other people

were about to die, because somebody was going to pay for that.

See, the thing is, among the casualties that day,

from the Three Towers in New York, that field, and the Pentagon.

There's one casualty that never gets listed, never gets named.

It's not on any memorial.

But it was mortally wounded that day. It's not on any memorial.

But it was mortally wounded that day. We didn't note at the time that we were too busy.

Too busy putting yellow ribbons on our cars,

looking for a flag to pick up and wave or picking up a gun

traveling halfway around the world to kill people we never met and most of them

didn't have anything to do with what happened that day. But nonetheless, that casualty got closer to flatlining with

each new law that got passed. Freedom's breath got more and more shallow

with every right and every freedom the government took from you. Prior to September 11th, 2001, a lot of the things that seemed normal today were unthinkable.

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