Eighteen Years Ago

I know our senses are being overloaded with the images, the cries of, “Never Forget” and you may be tired of it by now. If you weren’t alive then, you need to understand what happened that day. The strongest country in the world was attacked. We were attacked on our soil. That is a huge thing that we never should forget or gloss over. We need to give it the press, the place in history, and the place in our hearts it deserves to have. It was monumental and still is.

Three days earlier, our family had a wedding in Omaha, and two young people started on their journey in life together. One son and fiancee who live in Maryland and have ties to law enforcement in Washington, DC, were back at work after an extended family vacation. Life was normal. I took one son to work at a construction site in Ashland because his car was in the shop. Before getting back on the highway to come home, my husband called me and told me what happened. The tower. The Pentagon. By the time I got home, I sat glued all day to the news that became more unbelievable the more it unfolded. I cried like I hadn’t cried in years. And we weren’t sure where our one son was. Of course, all was well, but he was protecting a building in downtown DC and they had no idea of what had happened or why they were doing what they were doing.

That is how it usually happens. You’re living your best life, then something comes along that shakes us and tests us and drives us back to any church and believing. Then we get comfortable and end up where we are again. Divided and ugly with one another. I will not debate, we all believe what we do. I just want us to be kind to one another again. Still. We really are still in this together. Maybe we would’t survive as well now as we did then. Maybe they would win this time. It’s a horrible thought, one I hope to never see in my lifetime.

Thank you to all of our Military who have labored to keep us safe. On behalf of America, I thank you. Thank you to every person that served, along with their family who sacrifice daily while their loved one is away and following orders. We must remain strong and vigilant militarily. We need to be strong and willing to negotiate. If we are not met with like mindedness, we must respond forcefully and rid the world of the beast.

When I picked my son up that evening and dropped him off to get his car, he hadn’t heard what happened. No radio reception in the area he was working, no cell phones either. I told him what happened, he knew all day something was wrong. He was working in the flight pattern around SAC Headquarters, now the 55th Wing, and he observed all day, not one plane was in the sky. No Air Force, no commercial. The depth and breadth of the severitiy shocked him.

I shared this on Facebook in 2014. I still feel this way today.

It wasn’t about buildings. It wasn’t about airplanes.
It was about cowards who hate my country because their hatred is a veil for their distorted religious beliefs.

My country was shaken, scarred, and suffered terrific losses, for sure. But from the local fire stations and police precincts, they came to rescue. Save lives. Provide help. Not just because it was their jobs, but because it was the right thing to do. They run to danger to help the rest of us.

I honor these people, our service men and women, the Secret Service, search and rescue dogs and their handlers, and all those who sprang into action when it happened. And, God forbid, when it happens again. We are not impenetrable, that we know. But we do good in this world and have a spirit that you cannot keep down.

We have faults, that is for sure. But we have belief in freedom and decency, which will prevail, hopefully long after I’m gone. And we have first responders who help sort out the mess, devastation, and make us feel as all will be OK. Thank you,one and all.

Today, at our grandson Gavin’s school in Papillion, the fifth grade class is learning what happened that day. They are seeing images they need to see in order to comprehend the devastation They need to understand it is not a video game, a blockbuster movie, or a dream. It was a nightmare that our country dealt with. They need to be ready should it ever happen again.

God Bless the schools who know how important our history is. God Bless the new recruit class for the NYFD who are close to graduating. They are survivors of the brave department members who lost their lives that day and in the years following from their unseen injuries and illnesses,

Thank you for reading today. I am grateful you shared some time with me. Please register to keep informed of our progress with writing, and any announcements as they come about. God Bless each of you, and God Bless America.

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