Many of us are thinking back on "9/11" today, remembering that horrible day that even now—8 years later—seems like yesterday. My clearest memory was sitting in the car with my son, saying, “This is big. No matter what we do, we’ll never fully recover from this loss because it happened in our own backyard.”
This statement feels true to me still today. My son was only 11-years-old on 9/11. Just last night, he called me from California where he’s training in “desert conditions.” He spoke briefly about his issued gun, body armor, and Army friends. He wanted to let me know he wouldn’t be able to reach me for two weeks due to specific training.
On days like today, this starts to really sink in.
My son will be going overseas in November with his comrades—young men and women who were only in grade school when 9/11 happened. God, has it been that long? Still, as a mother, from the bottom of my heart, I hope he doesn’t find himself in a position to sacrifice what so many heroes sacrificed on 9/11 or since then.
We write about fictional heroes and heroines every day—people we sacrifice for the sake of a good story. But when we suffer the loss for real, it hits us hard and it’s impossible not to feel. Even now, I tear up thinking about it. If you have any special memories or loved one serving in some heroic capacity today, I’d love to hear your story. God bless.