As we reflect on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, it is hard to believe that a decade has passed. With the vivid images of that day etched in our memories, it seems like yesterday. Yet we know that so much has changed. The world changed. We were changed.
If you are reading this then I assume that tomorrow, you will pause to remember the innocent people that were lost that day. Hopefully, they remain in your hearts, along with their families and friends. We also remember the countless people who were affected and lost loved ones.
As an proud American, I am forever grateful to our servicemen and women and first responders who help keep us safe and protect our freedoms.
For those that don’t know me, my wife works for one of the airlines used in those attacks on that day. She lost good friends and co-workers that day and I’ve noticed that to this day, it hasn’t got easier for her. One final note, we came home from our honeymoon on September 10th. Our final leg home from our honeymoon was from LAX to Boston and it was on United Airline’s flight 174. We slept soundly that night. Ten years later, who knew that the “sister flight” back to LAX – United’s 175, the very next morning, would never make it back to California?
To our friends in Canada. Your countries efforts that Tuesday were immense. You accepted so many incoming American flights, took in the passengers – many without passports – and gave those people a “home” for a few days while we Americans figured out our airline transportation system. For the most part, you’ve stood by us over the last decade while we fought in countries none of us would even dream of going to. For that, I thank you for your friendship.
Everyone remembers the tradgedy of the twin towers but no one ever thinks twice about the flight crews that were murdered that day. They were the first Americans to be savagely attacked for no reason… please do me a favor and just think of my friends that flew the friendly skies that day and the ones who continue to do it.
Anyway, here’s a piece I found right after September 11, 2001 – my only regret is that I didn’t write it.
An Open Letter To Terrorists…
Well, you hit the World Trade Center, but you missed America.
You hit the Pentagon, but you missed America.
You used helpless American bodies, to take out other American bodies, but like a poor marksman, you STILL missed America.
Why? Because of something you guys will never understand. America isn’t about a building or two, not about financial centers, not about military centers, America isn’t about a place, America isn’t even about a bunch of bodies. America is about an IDEA. An idea, that you can go someplace where you can earn as much as you can figure out how to, live for the most part,
like you envisioned living, and pursue happiness.
Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine, and chant your terrorist litany: “If you can not see my point, then feel my pain.” This concept is alien to Americans. We live in a country where we don’t have to see your point. But
you’re free to have one. We don’t have to listen to your speech. But you’re free to say one.
I don’t know where you got the strange idea that everyone has to agree with you. We don’t agree with each other in this country, almost as a matter of pride. We’re a collection of guys that don’t agree, called
States. We united our individual states to protect ourselves from tyranny in the world. Another idea, we made up on the spot. You CAN make it up as
you go, when it’s your country. If you’re free enough.
Yeah, we’re fat, sloppy, easy-going goofs most of the time. That’s an unfortunate image to project to the world, but it comes from feeling free and easy about the world you live in. It’s unfortunate too, because people start to forget that when you attack Americans, they tend to fight like a cornered badger.
So who just declared War on us? It would be nice to point to some real estate, like the good old days. Unfortunately, we’re probably at war with random camps, in far-flung places – who think they’re safe. Just like the Barbary Pirates did, if I recall correctly. Better start sleeping with one eye open.
You guys seem to be incapable of understanding that we don’t live in America, America lives in US! American Spirit is what it’s called. And killing a few thousand of us, or a few million of us, won’t change it. Most of the time, it’s a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of Spirit. Until we’re crossed in a cowardly manner, then it becomes an entirely different kind of Spirit. Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit, this time.
Sleep tight, if you can.
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Written by Jim Mulligan