We must remember, no matter how painful.
...because no one can jump into the arms of God. Oh, no. You have to fall.
Image Credit: Richard Drew, AP
My grandfather was 39 years old when Pearl Harbor was attacked, and turned 40 a few days later. I was 40 on 9/11. He was, like me, too old to actually pick up a weapon and fight those who had attacked us (though he, like me, made every attempt to do so). I wish he was still around, I would like to know how he felt after that day, and if it was anything like what I feel today. I think that for him, like others of his generation, only after decades did the profound feeling caused by Pearl Harbor even begin to recede. It will be at least as long before we should even hope to have the pain of 9/11 ease, if ever does so.
As I watch the videos and listen to the audio of that day, the disbelief, terrible sadness, and a quiet, unyielding anger is still there. Six years later and those images and sounds still make fresh the old cuts and wounds. Perhaps those cuts and wounds do not sting as much as when they were first inflicted, or perhaps I have just become inured, but my mind still reels from the abhorrence of that day, and always will. And I place these images and sounds here to rub raw the wounds we all suffered that day, because only by remembering the pain of our loss can we be sure to fight enough to prevent it from happening again.
Please read what these others have to say about today's anniversary. The words and stories they have written are all so much more elegant and poignant than anything I could ever write...
- Tuesday Morning - Cox & Forkum
- 9/11 - Bryan at Hot Air
- Remembrance and resistance - Michelle Malkin
And be sure to read this from Ace... because it is the most truth I have ever read about 9/11.
