9/11

It is only the 9 year anniversary of 9/11. I say only because somehow the 10th anniversary garners more media attention than the 2nd, 3rd, 4th etc... The first anniversary was a big one for me. I sat in front of my TV for many hours just like I had the year before, reliving the nightmare of that day. So it only makes sense as the 9th anniversary approached that I would literally tear my house apart (after at least 6 moves) in search of my precious saved newspaper articles, commentaries, poems and photographs that I managed to salvage in the days and weeks following 9/11. I felt a crazy urgency to repost them here, as if any one of us would ever forget the monstrosity of that day. Maybe it was because of the frenzy created with the possible Koran burnings that brought it all back to the forefront. (An ignorant idea by the way.) I remember everything about that day in excruciating detail, almost more so than the details of my wedding day and the births of my children. How could I ever forget...and as I read over the headlines and personal stories of tragedy and triumph the last 9 years closed in on me, reminding me that good things can come from seemingly unthinkable actions. That was the day that I truly became an American; fiercely proud and loving of my country. I know many of my friends and family had come to that same revelation...As time has dulled and faded the events of that day, I felt strongly that I should revisit those memories, if nothing more than to remind me of what an amazing country we have the privilege to be citizens of, who rise up and join together in the face of adversity and who continue to fight on for what we believe to be right and true. I am truly blessed to be an American and a military spouse serving alongside and supporting my husband, my country and the principles which allow us to be Free!