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Just some reflections 9-11-2016

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“I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” - J.R.R. Tolkien

15 years ago today was a day which changed my life forever. I remember that day like it was happening before me right now. 5th grade had just started, I was 10, and I was sitting in my living room with my father after school watching footage of the towers getting hit and falling on CNN over and over and over again.

I remember watching as fellow Americans ran through the streets of New York. I remember watching my fellow Americans hurling themselves from the towers to escape the fire. I remember looking on as the ashes from the towers, mixed with the ashes of burnt Americans covered the streets of New York City.

Days following, I remember watching footage of the rubble. I remember thinking how could we ever clean this up?

I remember watching it from the safety of my home. I remember the brave men and women who went straight into the lion’s den in Afghanistan to hunt and destroy our enemies. I remember the countless veterans I have met who have given pieces of themselves to help keep me safe and hunt down our enemies.

Today my heart still breaks. It breaks because of all that we have lost. And it breaks because since that day, I have met many fellow American citizens who were there that day. I remember every single one of the stories they have told me. About the pain they went through that day and continue to go through. About the fear they felt that day and since then. My heart breaks whenever I am remembered of September 11, 2001. Unfortunately, that heart break is not limited to just one day of the year.

Today is a day of mourning. But I refuse to post any pictures of the towers burning, or the towers falling, or of the towers. Because I never forget what happened. And I refuse to post anymore pictures of what we lost that day. I refuse to give our enemies any credit for what they did that day.

Instead, I am going to post pictures of what we have rebuild. Today is a day of mourning, but it is also, a day of celebrating great triumph. 15 years ago we suffered a blow which we hadn’t experienced since December 7, 1941. How can we ever clean up? Well we have. We have cleaned up, we answered our enemies the only way we know how. We answered their sucker punch with what can only be described as a force which would rival the force of Almighty God, Himself.

Today we must celebrate the triumph of not just physical courage in battle, or the courage and strength to rebuild. But we must also celebrate the triumph of the American will and the American spirit to fight on. The threat of terror is something that we live with everyday. But despite that fear, we Americans live our lives truly to their very fullest. We fly in the mightiest airplanes, we traverse the wide oceans and we drive over the tallest mountains, through the most congested cities. All the while the threat of harm is never too far from our minds. But despite all of that, we continue. We fight on. We tell our enemies that regardless of their threats, we will not surrender to fear.

1776, that is not just the year of independence for the greatest nation to have ever been created in human history. 1776 is the exact amount of feet from the ground to the very top of the new One World Trade Center. A symbol of American triumph and ingenuity. A symbol to all who wish us harm, that there is NOTHING they can do that will stop us.

I was too young to fully grasp the severity of the sucker punch that had just hit us. But I knew that that day would change me forever. I remember being too young to enlist into the military at the time, but from that day forward I wanted to go and fight for my country. That I needed to go fight for my country and my fellow citizens.

This is not only a sentiment felt by me, but by all from my generation who have joined to go fight this war. The war in Afghanistan is the longest war in American history. Many like to condemn my generation for their many stupidities. Even I have said some poor words about my generation when the ridiculousnesses of my generation rear their ugly heads.

But my generation, is truly the greatest generation since the brave generation of World War II. Because my generation does not know a single day without war after these 15 long years. And we have many more years to go to make sure everyone is safe. My generation does not know a single day without living in fear of what may happen. My generation has given thousands of lives and thousands more limbs to keep our country and citizens safe.

Jews, Christians, Muslims, atheists, straight, transvestite, gay and lesbian alike, we have all wanted to fight for you because not a single day goes by where we forget what happened that day. And we wish to make sure that never happens here again.

 
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