Never forget: 5 years later
I hate this day.
I hate it that thousands of my fellow countrymen were murdered by Islamic fanatics whose distorted view of God made them think that homicide is the way to heaven.
Five years after the attacks, I still feel a mixture of sadness and anger about 9/11. Especially today. And as much as it tears apart my heart to watch the images of the planes destroying the World Trade Center, the crash at the Pentagon, and the downed plane out in a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, I find that I can’t commemorate this day and honor those whose lives were stolen by terrorism without making sure the wounds don’t heal completely, if no other place than in my own heart.
Last year, I had a special tattoo done to serve as a permanent reminder of 9/11. I see it hundreds of times a day. It’s almost hard to believe that I’ve only had it a year. And then again, it’s hard to believe an entire year has passed since I got this ink. I know not everyone feels the same way I do about America and about what our reponse should be to terrorism. But I’m saddened by the way some people choose to deal with this day. Some ignore it completely. Others use it to score political points.
I’m still shocked that after all that’s happened to us as a country, there are those among us so deranged as to believe these attacks were carried out by President Bush and his administration. Any time you look at one of the anti-war rallies, you’ll find kooks with “9/11 was an inside job” signs.
That makes me truly angry beyond what I can describe.
Those conspiracy theorists are nearly as insane as the lunatics who hijacked the planes and murdered 2,996 members of our American family. It’s so hard to believe that there are people who call themselves Americans who think, for whatever twisted reason, there are was a conspiracy of Americans capable of pulling off these attacks and NONE of them would have any conscience whatsoever about murdering thousands of their fellow citizens for political reasons?
What has happened to us? Five years ago, we all stood together, united as a nation against the bloodthirsty fanatics who struck us. Determined to exact revenge for the American lives lost on that day.
Do you remember that? The way we all reached out to each other, as Americans, to help one another. We gave willingly. We shared unselfishly. We even invoked the name of God publicly. And we flew our flags proudly.
For a brief moment, I saw a glimpse of the America I remember growing up in.
Sadly, it didn’t last.
I remember how, little by little, people started to “move on.” To get on with their lives. To get back to their routines. And I know that’s healthy and normal.
Except for the fact that our enemies are still out there, waiting for another opportunity to kill us.
Some among us have gone way beyond “moving on” and have all but joined the other side. We’ve got Americans who believe we did this to ourselves. We’ve got Americans who believe we deserve(d) to be attacked. We’ve got Americans who oppose the Bush administration and try to undercut victory for America just because of a difference in political party.
That’s what really gets to me today. Not just the loss of life five years ago. But the loss of our common cause since then.
Where is the “United We Stand?”
12th gen. American, Constitutionalist, Harley-riding Texan, gun owner & NRA member, blogger, illustrator, Florida Gator alumnus. #TCOT





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