One day, there will be a terror attack.
We’ll cry. Sob. Scream.
We’ll say, “So and so was killed in the last terror attack. And so and so was killed in the attack before.”
But this time, it won’t be “the last terror attack.”
It will be *The LAST* terror attack.
We won’t know at first. Constantly on edge – waiting for the next one.
But that next attack won’t happen.
Days will turn into weeks. Weeks will flow into months and years.
But our blood – our holy, precious blood – will bleed needlessly no more.
Was yesterday that day?