Bill reflects some more on the horrors of September 11, 2001.
NEVER FORGET!!!! ALWAYS REMEMBER!!!! >tears!<
A very dark day in our nation's history is quickly approaching. In just three more days, on Tuesday, September 11, 2007, it will mark the six-year anniversary of when our country, the United States of America, waas attacked by terrorists who wanted nothing more than to bring us down to our knees.
It may be nearly six years now, but every time I reflect on the horrors, the carnage, the unbelievable shock of that day, I still cry when I think of the huge loss of life and how we as a nation mourned the fallen. I also think of the unity of the American people as they came to grip with this tragedy and the patriotism that surfaced immediately after the attacks, and how other nations (Ireland, England, Canada, etc.) reached out in friendship.
I think of the beautiful edifices that were once the Twin Towers--the World Trade Center-- and how they are now no more. I think of the panic everyone must have felt when the planes slammed into the buildings, first one, then the other, and the sheer helplessness the poor people must have felt in order to try to escape the flames. I think of the ones who jumped: what decisions did they make prior to their demise, and what choice did they have? To burn up alive or jump to certain death hundreds of feet below them?
I think of the steely resolve of our president as he tried to calm a hurting nation that night and how the Senate stood on the steps of the Capitol Building in prayer. I think of the celebrations on the other side of the world where nations who accept terrorism praised Allah for what happened to America and how they rejoiced when they learned that we'd been attacked.
I think of all those family members who waited days--weeks, months?--for word on their loved ones as rescuers tirelessly dug amidst all the rubble, hoping, praying for some sign or miracle, that someone would be found alive. A few people were, but most likely, every one else were probably dead or unaccounted for.
I think of the stricken faces of my own family as they learned of what had happened and how we held each other, tried to comfort each other, tried to explain to my younger children about what had taken place (and why), and why it was so important to lean on God during times like this. I remember seeing my wife crying as she came home from work, and hearing her heavy, body-shaking sobs as I held her in my arms.
I remember hearing the news from friends of ours that they'd lost friends, and the sudden harsh reality that this tragedy had far reaching effects, the memorial services for the victims that took place for weeks/months afterward. I think of the songs that were played, slow, sad songs that reflected our mood of the times, and hearing our church family pour their hearts out to God, asking, pleading for protection, wisdom, and guidance.
I still can't watch the video/DVD tapes of the attacks without getting a sick feeling in the pit of my belly. I see those once-beautiful towers as they were, then the orange fireball as the towers were attacked, and the aftermath; I can't help but to cry. I feel the pain all over again, and I don't think I will ever forget it. Our country was attacked by people who hate us with a burning rage that is hard to comprehend; now as a result, we have been at war for four years, a war that shows no signs of letting up anytime soon.
I still wonder why we were attacked, why this had to happen. Before the attacks, our country was a much happier place; now it is full of fear, uncertainty, and nobody trusts the other anymore. There's still a lot of finger-pointing going on; nobody seems willing to come up with a viable solution to end this terrorist threat that currently hangs over our nation.
Everyone is afraid, scared that it is going to happen again--and the next time it may be much worse.
My family will be partaking in the city's six year observance of the terrorist attacks; we feel that as Americans it is only the right thing to do. We must remember; we must never forget, and reflect on why this day was probably the worst event our country has ever faced.
God bless America again! Never forget! I certainly won't!
A generation will be left with the same heritage like that one on Desember 1941. A sneaky attack in the name of some god nobody cared about.
Saddly, there will be others, always are.
I hope America reacts once and for all so Bill can have the country he was supposed to have.
Georg
Reviewed by Lewis Findley
9/8/2007
O My Goodness. THAT is a good and profound question. It seems tha tAmerica asked God to leave and God, being the Gentleman He is left, AND O BOY we asked for him back 6 years ago.
We were all affected by that horiffic day.It changed our lives and nation forever... Our thoughts and prayers are still going out to all who need them....M
God never leaves us. We have the sunny days and the rainy days. I don't understand why bad things happens. I don't know why there is so much evil in this world. But, we can't let go of our faith. There is so much hate and greed in the world and I guess that's where war comes from. 911 was a horrible day and the war in Iraq still goes on. So much we will never understand. We have to keep praying and keep the faith.
Where was God on that day? Where He's always been: in control. It happened for a reason, what we don't know, may never understand. HOWEVER: it united us. Too bad we've drifted back to the pre-9/11 mentality...we should ALWAYS remember, since the images play over and over on the TV screen of the mind.... an excellent reminder.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Delete Account
9/8/2007
Ok! Go ahead. Make me cry before I even have a chance to get past the first sentence. I was in those buildings more than once and have personal snapshots of them. I will never forget that day - ever.
