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On this day....

I thought it appropriate to repost this from September 11, 2009, because its message is a pertinent today as it was when I wrote it, and even more so on September 11, 2001. (ordinarywmn)

 

Members of the MA state Guard, Topsfield fair Parade 

While I know that for a few people the date nine eleven has taken on a fuzzy sheen, kind of like looking at something through a full glass of water. I personally cannot believe it has been eight years since the horrific attacks on our nation and by the same token it seemed like just yesterday. I write out the numbers nine eleven because the magnitude of events that happened that day do not merit a numerical shortcut.

The memory of waking up to actually seeing the second plane hit the tower will be burnt into my memory forever. As a retired law enforcement officer and an active member of the State Guard, I felt useless and unable to ease the suffering of a lot of my fellow brothers and sisters in blue that day. I also felt that I had somehow let the people of this country down because I was not able to do something to prevent such an unmentionable act of cowardice.

I know that all my thoughts on that day were of course without merit as I could not have prevented those planes from destroying our idyllic look of our nation that day. I also could not have saved all does people, who by the way, from the illegal immigrant to the head of security of the Trade center, all have equal value in their families eyes and in God's heart.

One amazing thing that did come out of that day of sadness was the realization that we as a family were closer than we thought. I will never forget how even thought my older boys were spread out all over the place on their own, within half an hour they had all made their way to our living room, huddled on our old couch just like when they were little, watching in disbelief at what some unknown enemy had done to our extended family,which is what we should consider other Americans, in the quiet of morning.

I remember how when I picked up my younger children from school and told them what had happened, as sad as they were for the victims and their families, their next thoughts were to whether my husband, I, or their older siblings would have to go to war. We are of Latino decent, but first and forth most, we are American Citizens and as such we have instilled a deep sense of patriotism into our family. They understood at that moment that defending our country was and always will be very important to us.

As much as I wanted to be in my car on my way to help in the rescue effort at ground zero, I knew that my place on that day and in the days to come had to be with my family. This had to be one of the most gut-wrenching decisions for me because I knew I had the expertise in search and rescue, and later in search and recovery,but I knew that keeping some sense of routine and normality in our home was pivotal for our children. My hubby, being a state trooper was assigned many extra hours at the airport among other duties and me being home ensured the kids that as uncertain as life was outside our home, some things stayed constant inside its walls.

I have been to ground zero since and was at the Cape in Mass. at the site of a small memorial to one of the victims and my heart still cries, but what would really be sad, most of all, is if we forget what the numbers nine eleven mean and turn them into just another fuzzy history lesson to be marked on calendars as a day to do something.

We should always honor the memories of the fallen and the thousands still living who must deal with health issues, mountains of paper work to get assistance, and the thousands more who are still placing their lives at risk to defend our freedoms, whether we agree with it or not, they still merit our support.

We should keep the spirit of nine eleven alive in our hearts every day by doing what we can to help out, reach out and continue to live with honor as all American citizens should.

"Go quiet in to the good night"

Ooorrahhh, PFC Landry, gone but not forgotten.

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