Four years. Everyone has their story of that morning and how it impacted their life. Mine is not so significant, but it was still a life changing event. Beyond my political conversion, it caused me to rethink what it is that I value most. And that turned out to be freedom.
I’m not going to engage in a political rant on this day of days. I am going to remember what I saw and what I felt on that September morning as I watched smoke billow from the Penatgon from my office in DC. And I am going to honor our brave soldiers who are fighting those who would see us dead rather than living free.
If you don’t get that, words would be wasted anyway.
God bless America.
I remember 9/11 well just like I remember the assasination of Kennedy and other horrifically tragic episodes in the history of our country in the last 40 some odd years. I was shocked, angered and heartsick with grief, but the evilness behind the deed did not surprise me nor was I surprised by the strenght displayed by America or our response. The only thing that really caught me by surprise was discovering that humans really panic just like they show in the movies. I watched from my eleventh floor window as the street below filled up with cars in the space of 15 minutes following the crash into the Pentagon. I watched three accidents in rapid succession and people literally get out of their cars abondoning them in the street. I thought the world had gone mad. However, I didn’t experience a conversion or anything. I already had faith in my country and its people. If anything 9/11 reaffirmed my faith in my countrymen and affirmed my value system as worthy.
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