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In Minnesota, from Indiana

Sid Shroyer, author, When Once Destroyed, the story of the destruction of a small town




It’s hard to see a criminal when a criminal is dressed like a hero, 


Dressed like those guys who run toward the disaster in the ads that encourage enlistment in the Army and the Marines on TV. Hard to imagine that the guys dressed like those guys who run toward the disaster in the ads on TV could be the disaster. 


The criminals who are dressed up like the heroes who unfurl the flag for the Star Spangled Banner are thinking that because they are dressed up like the heroes who unfurl the flag for the Star Spangled Banner they are those guys. It probably angers them to discover that the people they are running toward don’t see it that way. 


It probably angers them to discover that the people they are running toward aren’t tuned in to the heroes who unfurl the flag for the Star Spangled Banner on TV. 

The people they are running toward are watching their phones, listening for whistles.  


It probably angers them to discover that the people they are running toward are the heroes. The people standing between the people who dress like the guys who run toward the disaster in the ads on TV and the people they are running toward are heroes, too. 


The guys dressed like the guys who unfurl the flag for the Star Spangled Banner are running toward people dressed like us. 


Dressed like we dress 


When we get in the car to pick up our kids after school and then go to a pizza place to pick up supper at the pizza place where the people behind the counter dress like us, too, because we are tired from a long day at work and then pull across traffic to make a quick stop at the gas station where the people behind the counter dress like us, too, to get some milk for the kids’ breakfast tomorrow looking over our shoulder and wondering if 


If the people dressed like us will be here tomorrow. 

 
 
 

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