09/11/2026
Twenty-five years later.
That day we suffered the worst attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor. For a moment, we were not divided by anything. We were simply Americans. Flags on every porch. A nation reminded that this gift of life is finite, and that we are not untouchable.
Twenty-five years later, I worry we’ve forgotten what that unity cost. We spend more energy on what divides us than what has always bound us together, and that is exactly what our enemies want.
But we are still an extraordinary people. We confront the world’s terrors. We take care of the vulnerable. We may disagree on how, but never on whether it must be done.
Honoring the dead means building a country worth what they gave for it. Not for us. For our children.
Let us read the names, tell the stories, live with virtue, and let that fire reignite, not to divide us further, but to remind us why this experiment was worth defending in the first place.
Never forget. Never stop believing in what we can still become.
