It’s six years later.
It’s a Tuesday, just like it was six years ago.
Today’s morning is overcast and thick with storm particles.
The clock’s face innocently registers 8:45, but my eyes can’t help welling up.
September eleventh, two thousand seven. Still have not forgotten; still haven’t learned our lesson; still not out of Iraq.
There is not much left to say. If you would like, you can read my thoughts from a year ago: