Tuesday, September 11, 2007
It Was A Tuesday Morning In September
Six years ago this morning began like any other. American began their day in the usual way like they had countless mornings before. They woke up, showered, ate breakfast, bundled the kids off to school, and made their way to the work or whatever other daily activities they had planned for any other Tuesday morning.
Nobody ever plans anything very important for Tuesday. Tuesday is that day of the week that falls between the beginning and mid-week. Its just a day you try and muddle through.
At 8:46 AM Eastern Time, that quiet Tuesday became a day which would influence each and every day that followed. Within about an hour, the Twin Towers of New York’s World Trade Center had collapsed into what became known as Ground Zero. In Arlington, Virginia, one side of the Pentagon lay in a twisted ruin of concrete and steel. Over the skies of southeast Pennsylvania in America’s finest tradition, Citizens became Soldiers and defended with their lives their country and the lives of their countrymen.
That Tuesday morning began with America at peace and ended with America at war. In truth, the Islamofacist Murdering Thugs had been at war with the United States for nigh unto three decades. It was only that Tuesday they decided to bring it to our shores.
Much has transpired in the intervening years since that Tuesday morning. There is still a hole in the heart of New York City. There are as many opinions about that issue as there are New Yorkers – but the most vocal whiners are those who seem to be more afraid of offending the Islamofascists than they are upset and angry over the events of that Tuesday. Contrast this with the Pentagon restoration – all that remains of the attack is one blackened brick. The military brass was bound and determined that Osama “Binny” Laden wouldn’t dictate the look of their headquarters. New York could stand to follow that example.
With the passage of time comes the fading of memories. People move on with their lives and thus the country moves with them. For me, the memory does not fade. I still remember the events of that Tuesday morning in September. I have not forgotten the loss of 2,996 of my countrymen and women. The world is a smaller place without them in it.
Billy Joel once wrote a fictional song about a post apocalyptic New York. He performed it at The Concert for New York City. Click on the YouTube link below and pay attention to the last words of the song:
There are not many who remember….they say a handful still survive. To tell the world about, the way the lights went out, to keep the memory alive.
Here endeth the lesson.
Graphic HT to the Dynamic Duo of Cox & Forkum