Most adults remember where they were on 9/11/2001. I was 22 years old in graduate school and working as a Government Affairs Representative for a trade association in Reston, Virginia – right next to Dulles Airport.
I had a hard time wrapping my head around what happened that morning, and, admittedly, I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the tragedy and loss of life that day.
It was horrific, extremely heartbreaking and sad, and infuriating, all at the same time. And it still is.
Little did I know at the time that my future husband Wayne, at that same moment, was preparing for the inevitable – deploy overseas to fight to protect Americans and eliminate the evil that took thousands of lives that day and devastated generations of Americans. Wayne was very ready and anxious to go.
He deployed to Afghanistan with the 82nd Airborne a few months later.
So much has occurred since then. When I think about the last 25 years, I think of everyday Americans doing extraordinary things.
I think of the best of the best in our military who never came home alive. They battled for freedom. For the protection of Americans. They gave us their all.
Their young families were like my young family – except some became Gold Star families. It was painful then and it is still painful now.
Ordinary people became extraordinary people. Unlikely heroes became legends. Our nation united. Political party became unimportant. We were all Americans. And we united against evil.
I remember driving to work in the days following 9/11 when American flags hung over bypasses. When your neighbor wasn’t a Democrat or Republican – they were an American just like you.
Keep fighting. Don’t give up. And, never, ever, forget.