Yesterday was July 7th, the one year anniversary of the London subway bombings.  It was also my oldest daughter’s birthday.  She was in London that day, as she is today.  She believes that she was a short distance behind one of the trains that was attacked, bringing her far too close to the front lines in this war than I ever wished for her to be.

But that’s the rub in this kind of a war.  Where is the front line?  When terrorism against civilians is employed as a tactic in a war, anywhere becomes a potential front line.

When normal, everyday events become hazardous, the soul is shaken.  Eventually, people tire and their spirit is broken.

And for an enemy that is militarily weak, that is their only chance.