September 11, 2007

Tuesday September 11, 2007

I shouldn't have to say much more than the title here to bring those dark, horrid memories rushing back from the grave of that bright morning six years ago. Some of us were unlucky enough to catch those heart stopping images of the second jet liner crashing into the South tower and almost all of us caught the images of the collapses. We all heard about the jet that crashed into the Pentagon just minutes after the towers were hit and later we heard about the United 93 flight that was destined for another Capitol building and how the passengers aboard that plane stood up and in their own words said we will not go meekly to our deaths. I believe the passengers of United 93 had a very real fatalism that they would not be making it home that day and they did what they had to do to save others from a fate that would match their own. I pray everyday for the families that lost those they loved, the children who will never know their fathers that perished that day, the sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, all who lost someone in those terrible attacks. But I would like to remind you dear reader, we all lost someone that day. We all lost many someones that day. They were all Americans, as are you and I. It doesn't matter that you may not have known someone personally, or that you may not have had a family member perish that day. It doesn't matter if you were across the seas, or right there in the middle of the dust and debris. As an American you lost someone that day six years ago whether you know it or not...because all of those brave, unfortunate souls were Americans.

I can't bring any one of those people back but I will never let their memories fade. We cannot let those that perished September 11, 2001 be forgotten for any reason. I believe everything happens for a reason...though we may not understand what those reasons are. I do know this...and it might give you some hope for those lost...the Reverend Mychal F. Judge is the first official recorded victim that morning and I believe he was needed that morning. He was needed to take all of those lost home that day. He was needed to guide those Americans that were lost up the stairs to Heaven. Some of you may not be religious and take my word for it I'm not a religious nut either. But I do believe in God and I believe that He calls those home that He needs the most. All of those lost Americans flew home on the wings of angels who had gone before them.

We cannot let the memories of those Americans we lost that dark day be forgotten. In the days after the attacks every composer, poet, writer and lyricist took to their tools, opened a vein, and poured out the strongest emotions we as humans possess. There are tons of magazines, newspaper articles, books, and print about 9/11 and the days and years that have followed after. The lost souls of 9/11 are written down in history, their stories, their backgrounds, their achievements, their goals, their dreams, and most importantly their spirits are forever recorded for generations to come to remember them. But we must not forget the heroes that survived that day. There are hundreds of men and women who came out of the ordeal if not unscathed then at least able to see the light of the next morning. They may have to live with the burden of the thought of what if they had gone back for that one person, or what if they had gotten there five minutes earlier, or what if they had gotten there ten minutes too late. Those people I pray for everyday also for they are the shining example of what the people of this nation are made of. Steely resolve, the drive to help those in need, and the fierceness of a tiger backed into a corner. We cannot be broken as long as we stand together and help those who we can help. We were all victims that day, but we came through it with more determination, fight, and will power than any other country I know of.

To the Red, White, and Blue nation I salute you and pray for you everyday.