On this 10th anniversary of 9/11 I remember it like it was yesterday and I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when this terrible event took place. Hardly a memory has been engraved so deeply and clearly. For a guy like me who talks a lot about everything everywhere, I find it hard to articulate my thoughts and memories this day. The words don’t come easy and they seem feeble under the circumstances. I’m not sure why that is exactly yet I acknowledge previous wars, lost loves, broken dreams, and disappointments have made me a quieter man.
We don heroes and rightfully so. I am deeply indebted to those that have given of themselves so we might have a chance at a life and freedom. Today I am quiet in reflection and truly grateful. It seems to me today we've been fighting terrorism forever and maybe forever we must.
No words articulates the dichotomy of war, the longing to be with a loved one, and the call of sacrifice by soldiers and citizens alike than the Jimmy Webb song Galveston, sung by Glen Campbell.
Bless you victims of 9/11 and flight 93, and all of you that belong to them. You remain in my heart, my thoughts and prayers, along with so many loved ones we've lost over the decades. Bless you...