They are flying at half mast.
It is overcast, and the wind is not blowing.
I feel sad, too.
Thirteen years ago today, militant extremists hijacked four of our own passenger airliners and ripped our hearts and sense of security.
I was working at one of those mail-room-type jobs that almost everyone has to go through to jump-start their careers. Therefore, I was able to see some of the 9/11 coverage before my supervisor said sadly, “We need to get back to work.” And so I did. But after a second plane struck a tower, I wondered what was happening to us.
Who would be next?
I knew that if our town–a defense town–got hit, I would walk to get Lefty, who was working at a nearby company.
I was proud of President George W. Bush on that day and still am. Kenneth T. Walsh (http://www.usnews.com/news/blogs/ken-walshs-washington/2013/04/25/george-w-bushs-bullhorn-moment) so accurately put it, “It was George W. Bush’s ‘bullhorn moment,’ one of the most riveting and important points in his presidency, illustrating the personal qualities he was most proud of: a pride in making decisions from the gut, an overwhelming trust in his instincts, a certain brio in how he conducted himself during a crisis.”[Emphasis mine.]
This moment is photographed in my memory and was President Bush’s finest hour. He was strong and resolute. Honorable, and certainly a Commander and Chief.
After 9/11, I learned words like al-Qaeda and Jihad. I’m not politically correct. Never have been. Never will be. Because I am a truth-seeker. So, as long as I am given freedom of speech in my country, I will speak the truth. And what happened on September 11, 2001 was evil, horrible, and unconscionable. The act was done by wicked men.
So, on this day of remembrance, I pray for the victims of 9/11, their families, and those who lost loved ones on that day.
In the words of George W. Bush, “God bless America.”