seems like yesterday

it was a tuesday morning in the fall.  my radio alarm clock (the same one my dad took to college) went off and like any good college student, i rolled over, hit snooze, and tried to doze for a few last moments.  but in those last moments i heard what seemed like a modern ‘war of the worlds’ reading on what usually was my top 20 radio wake up show.  ironically just the week prior in my media law class we had discussed the impact of such a reading without a disclaimer at the beginning.  so, sleepy sophomore in college me simply thought at first i had missed the disclaimer.  but as i listened more i realized this was nothing someone would ever be able to write up in some radio script… this was our life being changed for forever.

i remember by that afternoon i tracked down everyone in my immediate family and friends circle, everyone except my dad.  i had been told by my step-mom that he had been taken to a disclosed secure area and he’d call as soon as he could.  three days passed before i heard from him.  i knew he was alive.  i didn’t know if he would be part of the immediate response to the attack on our way of life.  because of his military background, my dad’s job was considered as part of the response had other weapons or attacks been launched against us.

from that day on, so much changed.  one of my ‘big brothers’ in college was a reservist and for the rest of that football season, we sat on pins and needles wondering when he would get the phone call (we graduated the following spring and by christmas of 2002, he found himself training for his missions ahead).  every time i flew from that day forward, there was this sense of uneasiness as i walked through our new security screenings.  every time i looked at pictures from my senior trip to washington, dc and new york city (the summer before the attacks), i felt a sense of loss knowing that some of those memories were gone for good because they had been destroyed in the attacks.

but life has moved on.  every 11th day of september we lower our flag and remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice that day and since, as they continue to hunt those who attacked us and continue to keep us safe.  and now when we fly into new york city, part of me if filled with sadness, but part of me with pride knowing we’ve come so far.  and then there’s my g.i. joe and our family and friends.  knowing that so many of them had the chance to get out of the military (my g.i. joe was just a sophomore in college and could have left the corps of cadet program at virginia tech) and turned their backs on the danger they knew they’d face, makes me swell up with pride and know that we are more than army strong.

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  1. Thank you for sharing this part of your life with us.

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