I feel like I've been holding off tears for years now. This movement touched me deeply. Before my husband had his strokes and became permanently disabled, we built a truck together. 85 dodge. Put a Cummins in it. It's made out of 17 trucks. I etched the back window myself on the dining room table 4 years ago. Wanna guess? "WWG1WGA". He led me to this. Led me through it. 22 years learning about alllllll of this. And now, he doesn't even understand it. In the name of God, I pray our country, no, our world....no....our EXISTENCE be saved from these evil ones, so that in the morning, the sun may still rise, and we all may still rise, and we can truly, truly say, WHERE WE GO ONE, WE GO ALL.