I remember seeing the 9/11 cross after that terrible day on September 11, 2001. I watched the horrific event on television through my tears. I heard tears in the voices of many of the reporters who tried to explain what has happened even though they didn’t know or simply knew and couldn’t understand. We all wondered, who would do a thing like this? Who could?
I wonder if this had happened during the Obama Administration would there have been a 9/11 cross? Perhaps but the increasingly militant secular media might well have not reported about it. A melancholy thing to contemplate.
I remember a lot of talk about never forgetting. Now many have all ready forgotten. Many were too young to remember. Some simply don’t care. How that can be when we as a people and a nation were attacked and nearly 3 thousand of our people were murdered exceeds my understanding.
Now our government and our President seem to want to apologize for those of us who are still outraged by that. When did it become wrong to be outraged by monsters who murder?
Never forget they said and we wondered how could we? How would it be possible that such an atrocity would ever fade from our memories?
Ask the few remaining vets who saw the bombing of Pearl Harbor how that works. Memories fade for most while remaining all too clear for others.
Memory of horror fades for those that weren’t personally involved just as other memories do. Young people that barely remember that day aren’t invested in an event that seems like something “historical” rather than something to remember.
Except perhaps for those young people that grew up without a parent or those born after a father died on 9/11 and never got to know their father. They will always remember what 9/11 cost them and their family. There will always be a hole in their lives.
I doubt I will ever forget that horrible day. The sight of those planes being deliberately flown into the towers. The sound of people jumping to their death rather than be burned alive. No – I will never forget.
Their will be numerous “events” over this weekend; particularly on Sunday. Many politicians will manage to get their faces in the news pretending to care. They taint the day with their phony words.
Obama will utter his usual platitudes while many of us believe he cares nothing for this country. If anything we believe he sides with the enemy that seeks to destroy our way of life. A sad thing to believe of our president. A sad, bad thing and yet we have good reason to feel that way.
Friends and families of those lost will mourn again although hopefully without as great a pain as when the wound to their hearts was fresh. Time does ease pain. It doesn’t make it go away.
The 9/11 Memorial is praised by some and panned by others. Such is the nature of human beings. As time goes by most people will forget about the two tall towers that once dominated the skyline of New York.
Will the 9/11 Memorial become just another sight to see for visitors to New York? Just another tourist attraction? In another generation I suspect so. Hopefully not in this one.
The Pentagon is mended, it’s wounds no longer visible. It’s victims buried and forgotten by most.
In summer 2005, I visited the Smithsonian’s American History museum in Washington DC with a couple of Marine friends. All of us were stationed in DC at the time. We were nursing wounds from our experiences in the Global War on Terror, and wandered around the museum admiring various pieces collected from our nation’s history.
I pushed one of my friends in a wheelchair because an improvised explosive device had shattered his leg; the same IED killed three of his friends. It had not yet dawned on me that a 9-11 exhibit might already be on display since it had only been four years, but we rounded a corner and there before us hung a massive American flag.
The room was crowded with visitors, many of them high school students. People were posing, laughing, and making funny faces as they took pictures. I was stunned. My friends were enraged. They turned to look at me. There we stood staring at the American flag that had hung on the side of the Pentagon days after 184 people were murdered on-site in this nation’s largest terrorist attack in history. We all thought: Is nothing sacred? Is four years long enough to forget? Is joking around appropriate in the face of such suffering and evil?