The images, frozen in my mind, on purpose.
I remember the heroes, the police and firemen who would have gone in those buildings, even if they had known the danger, and how it would end. I remember seeing footage of Suddam Hussein cheering wildly, as news spread across the world. I remember the looks of terror on the faces of those who called New York City home, as they sought a safe place to hide. I remember people flooding to hospitals to donate blood for any survivors, but there were none. I remember that the goal of our attackers was to kill thousands more than the 3000 they took from us.
In the aftermath, I remember 3 firemen resurrecting an American flag, on top of the rubble, holding on to the only sign of hope they could find. I remember congressmen and women standing on the front steps of the Capital building, united, singing God Bless America, and no one being ashamed to mention God. I remember the skies being empty, all flights cancelled for two days, while we, as a country, studied the methods of the enemy. I remember NFL games being cancelled, because people wanted to kill large groups of us, simply because we were Americans.
But after a few days of healing. we chose to go to the football games anyway. We chose to fly anyway. Inspired by the bravery of people like Todd Beamer, and the countless police and firemen of New York City, we chose to keep being America. We, like them, refused to be ruled by terror.
And today, ten years later, no one can take that away from us. We could only lose all that we stand for if we stop fighting for it, or if we chose, instead, to simply fight amongst ourselves.
So, this weekend, together, as one country, let's remember 9/11 in a way that would make those 3000 victims proud.
And God, will you continue to bless America?
Even more than this, can you show us how to bless You?