You were born on the eve of the Great Collapse.

History will swirl around you as it has for us all. Born in a maelstrom of disjointed chaos and distress, your generation will be forever marked by the still touch of death on the freedoms of America. You will be the one to stand and give account of your parents apathy and their regret over not defending the freedoms of this land. The cradle of the world's last great hope is burning. The last remaining stones came loose from its foundations as you took in your first breath. Now you will face the storm with only keen intensity and the will to survive. Perhaps the gun that is passed to you will serve you well. The shadows close in on our last light as I write this for you my child.

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