Given that I served in the U.S. Marines during the first Gulf War, I can appreciate the whole aura of what our country feels when the word "terrorism" is used in our everyday conversations now.
I will never forget 11 September 2001. I was at home asleep - having been home only a couple of hours - when my neighbor across the street called me and frantically told me to turn on the television. What I saw in those next few moments are still etched in my mind.
Immediately after the first building fell, I called my girlfriend and told her to get up, get Morgan up, turn on the t.v., and be ready to see me in a half-hour. She was crying hysterically; having never known the feeling of being shot at or having heard the burning hot passing wind of bullets flying in the air.
I made it across town in record time. At the time I lived clear across town from her and can vividly remember the blur of the surrounding scenery as I flew across town to be there with her & Morgan. Nobody knew what was happening. Our entire country was paralyzed by fear; not knowing if there were to be more attacks or nuclear bombs falling on our cherished land.
I made it to her house in fifteen minutes... a drive of 38 miles that normally took at least twice that amount of time. Not a cop in sight. No traffic. It was a straight shot on the freeway. I can remember the howl of the wind across my truck as I drove as hard as I could to her.
Our country was forever changed by what we witnessed. And felt. And saw. And experienced.
I can remember crying as I saw people willingly fall hundreds of feet out of those windows to escape the flames. I can remember the feeling of utter helplessness as I saw two symbols of our freedom crumble - at first slowly, then rapidly - to the ground. I still feel the numbing shock as I watched everyday heroes - the fireman, the police officers, and the medical community - so willingly put their lives at risk to ensure the safety of those in that building.
I remember the haunting sounds of TAPS float through the air and the mournful moans of bagpipes playing "Amazing Graze" days later as our country gathered her fallen heroes and laid them to rest in honor for their selfless sacrifices.
I will forever remember this day... the day our beautiful country lay naked and bruised on the ground as a petty bully gloated and cackled over our wounds.
I will forever remember the pride I felt when I saw my country's colors snapping jauntily in the wind; knowing that MY country - though forever scarred by this tragedy - would stand tall and deliver retribution upon those responsible for the loss of innocent lives.
I will forever remember the saluting those colors with tears in my eyes as I stood next to my beautiful girlfriend and her precious daughter.
I will forever remember all those who have sacrificed their lives since that day to ensure our safety and well-being. For THEY are the true heroes that guarantee our freedoms as Americans....
I will forever remember the creed of the Corps:
I will never forget 11 September 2001. I was at home asleep - having been home only a couple of hours - when my neighbor across the street called me and frantically told me to turn on the television. What I saw in those next few moments are still etched in my mind.
Immediately after the first building fell, I called my girlfriend and told her to get up, get Morgan up, turn on the t.v., and be ready to see me in a half-hour. She was crying hysterically; having never known the feeling of being shot at or having heard the burning hot passing wind of bullets flying in the air.
I made it across town in record time. At the time I lived clear across town from her and can vividly remember the blur of the surrounding scenery as I flew across town to be there with her & Morgan. Nobody knew what was happening. Our entire country was paralyzed by fear; not knowing if there were to be more attacks or nuclear bombs falling on our cherished land.
I made it to her house in fifteen minutes... a drive of 38 miles that normally took at least twice that amount of time. Not a cop in sight. No traffic. It was a straight shot on the freeway. I can remember the howl of the wind across my truck as I drove as hard as I could to her.
Our country was forever changed by what we witnessed. And felt. And saw. And experienced.
I can remember crying as I saw people willingly fall hundreds of feet out of those windows to escape the flames. I can remember the feeling of utter helplessness as I saw two symbols of our freedom crumble - at first slowly, then rapidly - to the ground. I still feel the numbing shock as I watched everyday heroes - the fireman, the police officers, and the medical community - so willingly put their lives at risk to ensure the safety of those in that building.
I remember the haunting sounds of TAPS float through the air and the mournful moans of bagpipes playing "Amazing Graze" days later as our country gathered her fallen heroes and laid them to rest in honor for their selfless sacrifices.
I will forever remember this day... the day our beautiful country lay naked and bruised on the ground as a petty bully gloated and cackled over our wounds.
I will forever remember the pride I felt when I saw my country's colors snapping jauntily in the wind; knowing that MY country - though forever scarred by this tragedy - would stand tall and deliver retribution upon those responsible for the loss of innocent lives.
I will forever remember the saluting those colors with tears in my eyes as I stood next to my beautiful girlfriend and her precious daughter.
I will forever remember all those who have sacrificed their lives since that day to ensure our safety and well-being. For THEY are the true heroes that guarantee our freedoms as Americans....
I will forever remember the creed of the Corps:
Semper Fidelis
ALWAYS FAITHFUL.
ALWAYS FAITHFUL.