“It was our darkest hour,” the President announced over the radio. “We must do better. We will do better.”
Families gathered in the shelter and huddled close together near the radio. All sat in hushed silence, straining to hear.
“To those affected,” the President continued, “the nation sends their prayers and eternal gratitude.”
“What did he say?”
“Momma, what does he mean?”
The adults looked to one another, then eyes turned to the children. No one wanted to say what they were thinking, what they knew he meant.
“We will never forget what you have done,” the President concluded.
Only one man spoke, but he echoed all their hearts, “Our own President sold us out.”
They were the payment for peace with the newcomers so the President and his like could flourish even more.
“Let’s hope we are only the down payment,” the man said.