When I walked into work last night the reality of what was going on in the world really hit me. It wasn’t the soaring gas prices or grocery stores running out of water and duck tape. It was the TV’s in the break room. We don’t have TV’s in the break room. The only other time they have ever been there was on 9/11. It gave me goosebumps. I’m scared. I’m scared for the men and women who are over there and for there families. I’m scared of potential retaliation on US soil. I’m scared of the unknown. I want to go about life as always. My son asked me if we should stock up on water and things, just in case. I need to look out for him no matter what. I will get the water, if it will set his mind at ease. At the same time I don’t want to do anything different, although somehow I feel different inside. I will not let some stone age rag heads a half a world away change me anymore than they already have (and those changes were for the better). I am an American, I stand behind our President and we will not back down.

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
never begins it, never, but once engaged...
never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage
don't tread on me

To secure peace is to prepare for war

…we’ll put a boot in yer ass it’s the American way