WHO ARE WE ANYMORE?

Saturday, March 14, 2026

After the Gulf War, America was proud to be American and that we had beaten back the bad guys.  In the ensuing years we were treated to a number of movies that celebrated our military, its capabilities and the fact that America was on the side of good.  Among those films was Air Force One in 1997.  Starring Harrison Ford as POTUS, the film was the story of Air Force One being hijacked and the President and family held hostage in an effort to free a truly bad guy that the administration had helped wrangle.  It is just the right mix of personal (with his family involvement), politics (with the story of defiance of administration policy) and good v evil.  I happened upon it late this morning and my reaction was quite unexpected.

Predicate acknowledgement:  If you read my post this morning then you know I am dealing with pain and related heavy pain meds.  No doubt that contributed to my reaction to watching the film.  But what those meds do is remove inhibition, not create emotion. My reaction to that film was, I think, genuine, if uncontrolled.  I cried and I cried – tears of mourning and grief.

It was as if some thirty years removed from that movie I was in an entirely different country, and I grieved deeply the loss of the one the film represented.  I thought of the current conflict in which we are involved.  We are engaged with nothing short of mass murderous evil with an immense dose of Jew hatred thrown in just to sweeten the pot.  This war is not just right, it’s righteous.  We should be, like we were post 9-11, riding around with flags waving from our car windows, proud to be Americans fighting for what is right.

We are fighting this war with greater precision that any other war in history,  We can hit this building full of bad guys and leave the one sharing a common wall full of good guys standing.  Collateral damage, while always possible, is the lowest possibility we have seen since warfare was conducted on designated battlefields with hand thrown weapons only.  Yet we hang our heads in shame as if we as guilty of mass murder as they are.

Our media seeks only faults in the battle and never mentions the countless victories.

It is as if we hate our own nation, and that is why I grieve.  We are not perfect, no person or nation is.  But it is also rare that we are afforded an opportunity where we are so clearly right.  This is one of those rare opportunities.  The destruction of the Islamic Republic of Iran can only result in good – and we are doing just that.  Whatever goes wrong in this war, whatever bad thing may happen as a result of it, it will be better than the continued existence of that murderous pestilence on our planet.

And so I mourn,  We have no vision of what is good and righteous anymore.  Such is a grievous loss.