Twenty-Five Years
It’s been 25 years and I remember it like it was yesterday, but I fear many have just moved on as if this was some kind of normal.
It’s been 25 years and I remember it like it was yesterday, but I fear many have just moved on as if this was some kind of normal.
Saturday started like every other day for two men in Westerville. They put on their uniforms. I’m not sure what their morning looked like but I’m sure they each kissed their wife and children. Then left for work. After getting settled in their morning routine a call came through and without a second thought, they…