The story of America is not that story of the market revolution of the 1820s. It is not the story of slavery and its aftermath. It is not overrunning the planes and turning under the buffalo grass. It is not brokering peace in Asia.
The story of America our reluctant entry into the Great War. The story of America is not our entry into the even bigger great war. It not the interment of Japanese citizens or the nuking of the Japanese.
The story of America is not the feminine mystique or home automation. It is not Sit Ins or Freedom Rides or Selma Bridge or Occupation of Alcatraz. It is not voter registrations drives in Chicago or Harold Washington. It is not Stonewall or Watergate or the ERA.
The story of America is not the moral majority and their culture wars. It is not punk. It is not hardcore. It is not the Detroit sound. The story of American will not be grunge or on MTV (not the MTV shows music. That hacky joke, also not the story of America). The story of American is neither boxers or briefs nor is it gigging on Arsenio.
At the end of the empire when nothing is left, we will tell the story of Iraq. We will tell the story of the blood and treasure, our and theirs, left behind on the battlefield. We will tell the story of misunderstanding the situation; of known knowns and unknown unknowns. We will hang our head for making friends with the enemy of our enemy. Then doing it again. And again. And Again.