The new sun glitters off the shingles of my house, making them appear almost white in the light of a parched dawn. In this dry morning the colorful fireworks of last night are a distant memory. The birds chirp away, hopeful that the cacophony of human explosions has died away forever.
But we are not backing down for good. Civilization will prevail, for better or worse, and the flames that now echo in the streets of Damascus and Baghdad will continue to erupt in American skies for as long as man draws breath. Trust freedom to come with bright bombs.
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