May our children and grandchildren know of September 10th.
You know I woke up this morning and until I saw it on the news I had not relized it was 9-11 aniversary.
At the time happened I never thought it would escape my mind but it did.
Once reminded though it only seems like a few hours ago it happened.Strange how I can tell ye exactly where I was when I first saw the tv pictures of the first tower falling.And my first hearing of it on the truck radio before that.
Was working as a mechanic at the Fort Monmouth N.J. Golf Course when I heard the news. Walked outside the shop about an hour later and noticed a column of smoke way off in the distance. Didn't realise what I was looking at. It had to be about 20/30 miles away in a straight line. Got a closer look 2 days later while crossing the Verranzano Bridge in Staten Island. Went to the Memorial Site about 8 months ago. Kind of a shame that the powers that be allowed buildings to be re-built right up to the edges of the site. It'll almost be walled in by towers when finished. You go back & forth through police barricades and chain link fences and there's a security check also. You walk through this maze and suddenly you're out in the open and it takes a second to realise what you're looking at. Still basically a construction site all around and "problems" have held up the Museum's completion.
My son is in 6th grade. Small little school here outside of Atlanta. One of his classmates was an infant in the nursery in one of the WTC towers. Obviously survived. How many lives have been changed forever?
Try this, and see if it fits your emotions:
I prefer to remember 9/12 and the days and weeks afterwards. There were flags EVERYWHERE and nearly everyone was ready to kick @$$ and take names. It was an amazing time of national pride, and I dearly miss that.
Craig is so right. There were flags up and down the block as far as the eye could see and every tree, every telephone pole, every lamp-post and every no-parking sign had a yellow ribbon wrapped around it. Yankee Stadium was filled to capacity with Americans holding a giant prayer service.
But it was so thoroughly demoralizing to see Americans become so forgetful as the outrage wore off in just a couple of years and patriotism all but died. It made me heartsick to see it. Today, there are young people who don't know the significance of the phrase, "Let's Roll!"
Well, I don't desecrate the memory of those who died by climbing on a political soapbox (and this isn't the venue for that anyway). Instead, maybe this will remind us of what this country feels like when United we stand:
God bless America. Again. Please?