On a day like today, you almost can’t go without mentioning the tragic disaster that happened eleven years ago. In honor of all of those who were affected personally by the collapse of the twin towers, and those who were effected as a people. It seemed to be a wakeup call to our generation, that freedom is never free, and there will always be those who would take it from us. Those who attack not only our home, but our peace of mind and the foundation on which our nation was formed. No matter what God you believe in, no matter what your heritage, and no matter who you voted for as president; we were all affected.
It’s part of the reason I chose to serve in the military. I had a choice and I thought that one enlistment to protect my home and family wasn’t horrible. Eleven years later people still band together on this day to protect and help eachother in honor of those no longer here. Baby blue eyes is here beside me trying to chew on my laptop’s cord. He has no idea the horrific events that happened so long ago. His little smiling face is the reason people are still so upset at what happened. Little ones like him will learn about it in school. They’ll learn that brave men and women went to make sure that he had the right to go to school. That he had the right to a normal, happy childhood.