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| We Honor Our Fallen |
| September 11th, One Year
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I can see in my mind where I was on that morning… seated at my desk,
waking up from working late the night before. The phone rang and it was my
friend Ed from Florida. He told me I needed to turn on the TV and see what
was happening in Washington and New York City. It’s just on of those
things that you don’t ever forget, the images, the urgency, the horror. |
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In August of this year, my family and I flew to Washington and New York
City. We enjoyed seeing our nation’s capital but out of respect, I took my
family to the Vietnam War Memorial, the Iwo Jima Monument and Arlington
National Cemetery. Telling my children to be quiet and respectful, I
related to them how the names we saw on the wall and the grave markers at
Arlington represented a young man or woman that gave their life in defense
of our Country, our Freedom and our Way of Life. My son who is ten asked
me how the people there died… I paused for a moment and explained to him
that some died of accidents and many of the soldiers
died violently, with more horror and agony than any Hollywood movie could
portray. He was getting the picture that blood is the price of our
freedom. We will always owe our military a debt that cannot be repaid.
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Later
in NYC, we visited the World Trade Center site or “Ground Zero”. Some
people seem to have forgotten about September 11th… I haven’t, nor have
the children who lost their mother or father… or both. How about the
parents that spent the next Thanksgiving and Christmas without their loved
ones. These people didn’t do anything to deserve to die. They died because
of a religious fanatic, spoiled rich kid that became a wonton murderer.
Usama didn’t have the guts to get on one of those planes and do the job
himself… But many American Firefighters, Police and average citizens had
the guts to face burning buildings to help save the lives of those they
didn’t even know… those people became heroes that day.
We pause this day
to honor our military our fire fighters, our police and our dead.
Let us never forget.
God Bless America
May Saddam’s days be few.
Nolan Conley
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