As the day progressed and we learned of the Pentagon and victim numbers started to come in, for the first time in my adult life....I felt terror. I came from the end of the error where we still did air raid drills and my mom cautioned us about the Communists, bombings and the many and vast threats to our country. As I grew though....we were in peace time and those threats seem to fade. Communism became a word of the 1950's and 60's and bombings were things that happened in far off middle eastern countries that we just read about in books or heard about on the TV. Fear of terrorism would not revisit my life until the 90's when Timothy McVey decided to bomb the
Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building. Even then though....although shocking, that was a home grown terrorist. He was someone angry with his own country. Why this made it easier or less fearful I am not sure, but to me it did. On 9/11 though....it was as if all those early childhood fears I had of bombs being dropped and bad men (Communists) taking me from my family came flooding back. It felt as if there was no where to hide.
I know that everyone has their own memories of that day....and ten (10) years later, those fears are still very real. We know that as a country.....we have many enemies and there are plots right and left to destroy us. Thoughts of "just how safe are we?" and "not if but when it happens again....will we be prepared?" often fill my mind and my heart. I feel great anger for those that took away my safety and my security and even more anger to those in my very country who don't feel the need for tighter security, tighter borders and a restriction on illegals and those with visa's into this country. I guess you could say that after 9/11 I turned into a very angry American.
Well....here is wishing you all a wonderful Sunday and hoping that while we each in our hearts may find our own ways to forgive, let us hope that we never forget this day, the survivors, the ones lost and all those who came to help. May God bless them all!