A Marker in Time
This past weekend marked the fourth anniversary of the terrorist attack on The World Trade Towers and The Pentagon. What has become known as 9-11. Our Most recent marker in time that means the world changed. In our measurement of time and history we tend to put markers that give us bearing and understanding. BC AD. Pre-War Post-War. Pre-9-11 Post-9-11. That day effected us and our world in ways we will probably never understand.
I spent the weekend thinking about that day. Not dwelling, but thinking. I am sure there are a lot of people trying to forget that day, But not me. I am trying to remember every last minute with as much clarity as I can. And, most importantly, I am trying to remember exactly how every thing was before that exact moment in time. You see, even though everything changed that day, I have a say in how it changes me. I have a say in the amount of significance I put on that day.
September 11, 2001 will most likely be the most significant day in History for my generation and maybe for generations to come. But, only if we allow it too. My parents generation had December 7, 1941. Then they had VE and VJ Day. And they came away stronger and wiser. The Greatest Generation. I hope we eventually have our day of peace. And leave a legacy for future generations to remember us by. So take a deep breath and smell the air. Think about how it smells now and how it smelled before 9-11. Before that marker in time.
I spent the weekend thinking about that day. Not dwelling, but thinking. I am sure there are a lot of people trying to forget that day, But not me. I am trying to remember every last minute with as much clarity as I can. And, most importantly, I am trying to remember exactly how every thing was before that exact moment in time. You see, even though everything changed that day, I have a say in how it changes me. I have a say in the amount of significance I put on that day.
September 11, 2001 will most likely be the most significant day in History for my generation and maybe for generations to come. But, only if we allow it too. My parents generation had December 7, 1941. Then they had VE and VJ Day. And they came away stronger and wiser. The Greatest Generation. I hope we eventually have our day of peace. And leave a legacy for future generations to remember us by. So take a deep breath and smell the air. Think about how it smells now and how it smelled before 9-11. Before that marker in time.

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