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American flags are already being folded. Sirens still echo over Iranian cities, wailing through streets littered with debris. The acrid smell of smoke clings to the air, and fires flicker in the distance, casting a grim orange glow over neighborhoods that just hours ago were alive with the ordinary rhythms of life. And President Trump is vowing this is only the beginning. His words, broadcast over every major network and amplified across social media, leave little room for doubt: the strikes are both a message and a prelude. Three U.S. troops are dead, hundreds of Iranians reportedly killed, and Washington calls it “righteous,” framing it as a moral imperative rather than a mere act of war. Families on both sides brace for the next knock on the door, the next notification that shatters routine existence, the next ripple of grief that no amount of political justification can soften.
