I am a warfighter, father, husband, friend, brother, and survivor of the longest war in US history. I spent twenty years in service to this great nation. I missed most of my three children’s milestones, while my wife unselfishly carried the enormous weight of their routines and activities, as well as the daily emotional ups and downs that come with that, until I retired 18 months ago. These last few weeks, the highly visible and poorly led withdrawal from Afghanistan has left me confused, angry, sad. I am enraged watching my military brothers die needlessly. My emotions mirror the ones I experienced when the terrorist attacks of 9/11 occurred. I wrote a piece reflecting on the 20th Anniversary of 9/11. This is not that piece. I had to start over.