In Memory
I have never been one comfortable with feelings, my own or anyone elses. As a result, I find writing this one of the hardest things I've done in a long time.
I can't explain the sorrow, or the pain I felt when I think of 9-11. I can't tell you the exact emotions I felt when I watched the horrendous attack on our nation. I can't even explain the amount of fear that settled in my heart and refused to move. What I can tell you is that I served my country for ten years and I am thankful that I had the chance to serve with some of the people who died that day.
My daughter was 5 months old when it happened, and I couldn't help thinking about what kind of life she would grow up into. She came home from school today and ask me about the "bad men who took over the plane". How do you have that conversation with your own child?
I was stationed in Sicily when it happened, away from my homeland in body but not in mind. We lived on base and a bunch of us gathered on the streets in front of our houses, sadness and heartbreak written across our faces. Trying to feel and give comfort in anyway possible.
I may not agree with everything the Military stands for, but this is one thing I stand strongly upon. I saw a lot while I was in for ten years, but nothing could ever compare to the togetherness I saw that day and the days following.
I don’t normally speak my mind on subject matter like this, but I figure there is no time like today to do so. I have family and friends who have served and are currently serving our country to ensure that our freedom never waivers. I will stand by our soldiers in this fight against terrorism until there is nothing to fight against. I don’t believe we should withdraw our troops and I don’t believe we should cater to political correctness on the matter.
I could say plenty more on the subject, but it would defeat the purpose of this. This isn’t about hate, it’s about understanding what actually happened that day. It’s about remembering those lives that were lost. It’s about remembering the lives that have been lost since then to ensure our freedom. Mostly is about the vigilance needed to make sure nothing like it ever happens again.
I can't explain the sorrow, or the pain I felt when I think of 9-11. I can't tell you the exact emotions I felt when I watched the horrendous attack on our nation. I can't even explain the amount of fear that settled in my heart and refused to move. What I can tell you is that I served my country for ten years and I am thankful that I had the chance to serve with some of the people who died that day.
My daughter was 5 months old when it happened, and I couldn't help thinking about what kind of life she would grow up into. She came home from school today and ask me about the "bad men who took over the plane". How do you have that conversation with your own child?
I was stationed in Sicily when it happened, away from my homeland in body but not in mind. We lived on base and a bunch of us gathered on the streets in front of our houses, sadness and heartbreak written across our faces. Trying to feel and give comfort in anyway possible.
I may not agree with everything the Military stands for, but this is one thing I stand strongly upon. I saw a lot while I was in for ten years, but nothing could ever compare to the togetherness I saw that day and the days following.
I don’t normally speak my mind on subject matter like this, but I figure there is no time like today to do so. I have family and friends who have served and are currently serving our country to ensure that our freedom never waivers. I will stand by our soldiers in this fight against terrorism until there is nothing to fight against. I don’t believe we should withdraw our troops and I don’t believe we should cater to political correctness on the matter.
I could say plenty more on the subject, but it would defeat the purpose of this. This isn’t about hate, it’s about understanding what actually happened that day. It’s about remembering those lives that were lost. It’s about remembering the lives that have been lost since then to ensure our freedom. Mostly is about the vigilance needed to make sure nothing like it ever happens again.