Last without a fight over Shanksville, stories

Lastnight was the 14th anniversary of the last night of America’s innocence, thenight before the world was forever changed. The night before many, includingme, found themselves marking time by that infamous day.

“Oh yes. That wasjust before 9/11, wasn’t it?” The last night we spent planning our flightswithout considering our clothing choices so we can get through security faster.The last night before many began to nervously observe their fellow passengersfor suspicious behavior or bags whether on planes, trains, or busses. The lastnight. I cherish those memories of blissful ignorance.It was also the last night, or should have been, of our placid outlook, ourlack of attention to the realities of the world beyond and within our borders.The last night, or should have been, we took our nation, our freedom, and pridein our country and fellow Americans for granted.

The last night before we feltcompelled to become one, and put the pettiness aside.Remember our lost citizens, their families, and the amazing stories of heroismof first responders and those who helped others get through hell on earth, andthose that saved Washington by refusing to go down without a fight overShanksville, stories that still bring me to my knees in grateful tears.Remember those moments, hold on to them.

Neighbors reaching out to each other,estranged family members coming together in unity, a sea of American flagsproudly waving everywhere, cops and firefighters who for a long time, were showeredwith praise from all walks of life, and rightly so. Remember our defiance andpledges to NOT let anyone take or shake our spirit.I hope that people remember these moments as we mark the anniversary of thatawful day. It’s been a terrible year. It’s been a year of divisiveness. We needto stop attacking each other, and come together as Americans, for that is whowe are.God bless America.

Stand beside her.