Abraham Lincoln woke with a start. He shook his marble head and knew immediately something was wrong. He stood, ignoring his stiff knees and strode down the steps of his memorial towards Thomas Jefferson’s memorial.
“Thomas, Thomas, wake up. We are needed.”
“I am awake. I know. I’m coming” Thomas stepped down from his pedestal and walked out to meet his fellow president and patriot.
“Our nation is at risk yet again. How many times must we defend against being destroyed from within? Don’t answer that.” Lincoln said.
They strode together towards the Capitol building.
They heard the creaking of long unused wheels. FDR was using all his strength to roll his wheelchair towards the Capital Mall. “Our country needs us,” he wheezed through the cigar he hadn’t smoked for years. “This is another day that will live in infamy.”
“Let me help” Thomas Jefferson called, and wheeled FDR out on the lawn. Eleanor Roosevelt stepped out and marched with them. Souls of other brave women who fought for freedom and justice joined in.
Martin Luther King Jr. heard them coming. “My dream is threatened yet again,” he said and shook himself from the stone of his monument to join the march. “Will we ever stop hating?”
The statues of the Korean war soldiers turned and joined, waving their guns right and left, looking for threats. Threats they had fought to end.
Spirits of the dead from WWI, WWII, Viet Nam, and other conflicts rose and joined them.
Together they marched to the Capitol building.
They stood watching the aftermath of the insurgency incited by a sitting president and the threat to the democracy they all fought to keep.
And they wept.