A Sentry at 81 Why I Cannot Quit the Fight

At 81, I have watched the country I put on a uniform for at 17 drift toward the very thing I was trained to fight. I have sounded this alarm for 26 years. I have felt dismissed, abandoned, and exhausted. And still my soul will not let me quit. This is not nostalgia. This is reconnaissance. And what I am seeing on the ground right now is the most serious threat to American democracy in my lifetime.
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