I have an ancestor lying dead and buried in Stewart Co., GA; killed in the border skirmishes of the Indian Wars.
His sons fought in the War Between the States. One was captured in the Vicksburg Campaign and spent the remainder of the war in a POW camp up north. The other, my direct ancestor, died in Williamsburg, VA during the Peninsula Campaign.
The latter’s son worked to save the remnants of the family farm during Reconstruction and never amounted to much more than what others would later deem as ‘poor white trash’. His son, my grandfather, turned to running liquor during the Great Depression to keep his family of five together and fed after cotton prices tanked.
The point is that we’ve never been safe. Life is real and it’s dangerous and it’s often devastating. We have become absorbed by the narcotic of distractions… but, evil is real and is likely not as far from your front door as you’ve convinced yourself.
The problem is thinking that others will handle the dirty work for you. We need to wake up and realize that WE are on the frontlines… in fact, we never left.
We just didn’t want to know that for a while.
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