Tonight, we can add Nice to a list of cities that includes Paris, London, Boston, and Madrid.
The people of Nice had gathered to celebrate their revolution, to remember the promise of Bastille Day. Their peace, bought with centuries of toil and blood, was shattered by men who came not to celebrate, but to murder. They did not target France’s military, nor her government. They targeted her men and women, her children, her old people. They targeted her soul.
The threat is leaving the big cities and branching out to the heartlands. Nice is not Paris, nor is it Brussels. It is only slightly larger than St. Louis in population. In the United States, a city its size would probably not have security as would be expected in places such as Boston or Chicago. The enemy is learning to strike where their targets are softest. I fear that it is a lesson that will not be ignored here.
Yet again, innocent blood has been spilled at the hands of an evil growing in our world.
Yet again, we will hear the mealy-mouthed platitudes of the politicians and the pundits.
Yet again, they will tell us that we must not judge, that we must not blame others for these actions.
I have a different exhortation for the people of France, for all of the free world. I hope that the call is taken up until the world rings with it, until its utterance strikes terror in the hearts of our enemies.
To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let’s march, let’s march!
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields!