I heard the muslim call to prayers on Sept. 11, 2001

Seriously. I did. I had dropped the kids off at school, turned on the radio and heard that armageddon had hit New York City. The DJs described that it was like a bomb had gone off. I drove home and watched in horror on television as things went from bad to worse. As the morning went on and it became clear that this was an islamic terror attack, and a successful one at that, the man in the upstairs apartment opened his windows and began chanting muslim prayers. Loudly. For the next three hours. I was furious. He was exultant. This happened in La Crescenta, California.

I, like most Americans, began displaying the American flag. Except my little garden flag kept getting vandalized. Thrown down into the mud. Eventually the little wooden stick was broken in half. 

We are at war. With adherents to islam. We can want peace and coexistence till the cows come home, but islam wants us converted or dead. The war will continue. If we fail to acknowledge that, and fail to defend ourselves, we will lose. We and our progeny cannot afford to lose our great American culture to the bloodthirsty and vile pseudo religion that is islam.