At first light it was a morning like any other morning, a country and its people were waking up to coffee and getting ready to go to work or go about their everyday lives. It was to be a day like any other day, but this was not to be. An evil had a plan that was to be executed, a plot so despicable, and an act so cowardly and heinous that it would cause its people and the world to stop, cry, scream, gasp and ask why. An act not seen within our borders since December 7th 1941 a day that would live in infamy. This nation was attacked out of nowhere, a cowardly act of terrorism that would cause a loss of innocence, acts of heroism and selflessness to save others. It would cause strangers, family and friends to stare at a TV screen like those who listened to a radio broadcast almost 60 years earlier.
The loss this country suffered will echo in the hearts of its people then, now and well into the future. Less we forget our own vulnerability and humble ourselves in the thought that we are not invincible that we are human and we the people of this great nation will stand the test of time and from the ashes we will rise like a phoenix and spread our wings in the posterity foreseen by our four fathers and say we shall not go silently into the night, for our resolve and rage will bring us the might to smite out enemies and avenge our losses.
Today a lone bugle plays taps or bagpipes echo amazing grace in the hollow silence. A moment of remembrance for the innocence lost for the over 3000 souls whose lives and sacrifice will echo in the history of this great nation. A roll is called of the names of those lost in the cowardice act perpetrated on that September morning, the names echo in the silence for no response is forthcoming, and there is only the faint sound of sighs and sobbing on those hallowed grounds where blood was spilt. A child makes a rubbing on the Trade Center memorial of a parent the child will never get to know. Some say only time will heal the wounds and heal the hearts for those lost that day. I say the wounds never heal that the pain and hurt is dulled with each passing minute. The silence spent in remembrance is only to be broken by the calls of those bugles and bagpipes and the family members reading the rolls.
Yet on that day, there was a call one that rang loud and clear. One that could be heard in the Capital and the Whitehouse. The call of those seeking vengeance it was one of anger, hatred and honor. A call to arms, a call for revenge. In the time to come from that faithful day, two wars would be fought more lives lost and the patriotism of a generation tested. The mastermind caught and brought to justice and a dictator dethroned and two countries caught in the throes of civil unrest, loss of innocence and the scares of wars within their borders. Today our people and our military display continued heroism as a result of that act of cowardice and terrorism.
So when you go to bed tonight and pray to your maker. Remember those who lost their lives that September day and those who fought to enact the revenge well deserved and those whose blood will spill in the future to keep this nation and its people from further acts of cowardice and terrorism. Americans now and in the future will awake every morning and it will be like any other morning and we can go on with our everyday lives, knowing we are safe and secure within the borders of this great nation because of the sacrifice of blood and life of those we remember today and every day. I hope and pray that my children, their children and all future generations never have to feel the loss felt on that September morning.
The loss this country suffered will echo in the hearts of its people then, now and well into the future. Less we forget our own vulnerability and humble ourselves in the thought that we are not invincible that we are human and we the people of this great nation will stand the test of time and from the ashes we will rise like a phoenix and spread our wings in the posterity foreseen by our four fathers and say we shall not go silently into the night, for our resolve and rage will bring us the might to smite out enemies and avenge our losses.
Today a lone bugle plays taps or bagpipes echo amazing grace in the hollow silence. A moment of remembrance for the innocence lost for the over 3000 souls whose lives and sacrifice will echo in the history of this great nation. A roll is called of the names of those lost in the cowardice act perpetrated on that September morning, the names echo in the silence for no response is forthcoming, and there is only the faint sound of sighs and sobbing on those hallowed grounds where blood was spilt. A child makes a rubbing on the Trade Center memorial of a parent the child will never get to know. Some say only time will heal the wounds and heal the hearts for those lost that day. I say the wounds never heal that the pain and hurt is dulled with each passing minute. The silence spent in remembrance is only to be broken by the calls of those bugles and bagpipes and the family members reading the rolls.
Yet on that day, there was a call one that rang loud and clear. One that could be heard in the Capital and the Whitehouse. The call of those seeking vengeance it was one of anger, hatred and honor. A call to arms, a call for revenge. In the time to come from that faithful day, two wars would be fought more lives lost and the patriotism of a generation tested. The mastermind caught and brought to justice and a dictator dethroned and two countries caught in the throes of civil unrest, loss of innocence and the scares of wars within their borders. Today our people and our military display continued heroism as a result of that act of cowardice and terrorism.
So when you go to bed tonight and pray to your maker. Remember those who lost their lives that September day and those who fought to enact the revenge well deserved and those whose blood will spill in the future to keep this nation and its people from further acts of cowardice and terrorism. Americans now and in the future will awake every morning and it will be like any other morning and we can go on with our everyday lives, knowing we are safe and secure within the borders of this great nation because of the sacrifice of blood and life of those we remember today and every day. I hope and pray that my children, their children and all future generations never have to feel the loss felt on that September morning.
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On September 11, 2001, I was Chief of Security Operations Branch (SOB), Office of the Provost Marshal, United States Army Europe; I was in charge of security (lucky me) for all of the USAREUR. I was at work, in my plans vault, watching CNN as usual, when the first plane struck. I thought WTF? When the second plane struck, I walked downstairs to my boss's office, and told him to turn on the TV. I told him this was no accident.
Today, I still well up when I think about 911, and still wonder why? Why?
Tomorrow, me and my HS students/Cadets will participate in the 911 stair climb in honor of the 343 firefighters who died, as 412 emergency responders rushed in, as everyone else rushed out. There were 2071 steps to top of the World Trade Center. I will do at least that many tomorrow.
What will you be doing slackers?
Today, I still well up when I think about 911, and still wonder why? Why?
Tomorrow, me and my HS students/Cadets will participate in the 911 stair climb in honor of the 343 firefighters who died, as 412 emergency responders rushed in, as everyone else rushed out. There were 2071 steps to top of the World Trade Center. I will do at least that many tomorrow.
What will you be doing slackers?
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