Thursday, September 11, 2008
Seven Years Ago..
It is sweet to serve one's country by deeds, and it is not absurd to serve her by words. ~Sallust
I remember I walked to work that day.
Everyone had their radios turned on.
At the time it was merely a tragic accident.
I was wearing a blue skirt set that my husband didn't like.
As it become more clear that this wasn't a tragic accident work very nearly came to a halt.
People were trying to reach loved one they knew where in the area.
I didn't have anyone to call, so I listened to the radio.
They opened up a meeting room and turned on a TV.
People were in and out of that room all day, silently watching the days events unfold.
I wasn't angry or outraged. I was numb with disbelief.
I couldn't wrap my mind around the images I was seeing. People jumping, or falling, from windows of a teetering skyscraper.
Looking back now, I can see the lasting effects. I wasn't aware of it at the time but seven years later and I can see. For the first time in my adult life, and honestly I was barely an adult, I sat up and took note of what our president was doing. I have never voted for a president, so I didn't have any prior ideas of our new-ish president. I was behind him, I was behind my country. Yes! Let's go get the bad guys that did this to us! We want justice! We want someone to blame! Someone to pay!
But now, seven years later, we are still fighting a war that that our president started all that time ago. And I can honestly say that the war now has nothing to do with 9/11 even though that is how it started. That is how the president sold it to us in the beginning. And slowly, as I have paid more and more attention, I have become dis-enchanted with our president.
After seven years, I'm still not angry. I'm sad. Sad for those people that lost their lives on 9/11 for no reason. Sad that our government used our vunerability to get what they wanted at the time. Sad that our brave men and women, despite how willing they are to serve (God bless them), are still over seas fighting a war that has warped into a personal agenda.