For those of us who live in the Washington, D.C., area, the atrocities of September 11, 2001, were profoundly personal. I drove my children to see the scarred face of the Pentagon. I wanted them to remember that there was a cost to being American and that our way of life had been purchased in the blood of courageous men and women. Gazing at the wreckage, already draped in a huge flag, I felt a terrible sadness but great anger as well. That mix of emotions would shape our politics for years afterward.
September 11’s Long and Bloody Geopolitical Road
The attacks inaugurated a struggle to the death that dragged on for decades and only now might be reaching its conclusion—in Iran
