Well, the wall was built, a series of forts which stretched from Nova Scotia to Detroit. But it wasn't bricks and mortar which did the job, it was thousands of people who decided "enough is enough" and drew a line and defended it. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. We lost most of Maine, Vermont and all of Washington State, but we re-drew the border to what it is now and gave the diplomats a chance. Then the people who did the fighting went away, and ordinary people came in to live, and they respected those lines drawn in the dirt with blood, and can't imagine any other way. Terrorism won't be stopped by a line of forts...but by thousands of eagle eyed resolute individuals who are prepared to participate in the collective security. Sort of a Federal Level Neighbourhood Watch.
Click on the images to enlarge. You will see the beautiful trees, an new one planted on that hill every year, the youngest near the bottom. All sugar maples. And me trudging up the glacis of that fort. A glacis is not a flat slope incidently, it is actually defined by the fall of a stnadard musket ball fired from the wall at the top. Regardless, its a long trek.
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