This is probably the last blog post I’m going to write for a while about the events of September 11, 2001. I’ve written about that day every year since it happened. Most of the time on on around the actual date. But, like with all tragedies, it’s time to move on. Remember, yes. Honor the dead, yes. But it’s time to move on.
Perhaps one day when I’m a father I’ll recount what happened to my child just like dad recounted November 22, 1963, and how he was ushered out of his class by the nuns to go pray for President Kennedy in a chapel. Or how my grandfather told me about December 7, 1941, and how he heard on the radio of the attack on Pearl Harbor and knew that things were about to get really bad. Or how my boss at the lab told me about October 23, 1983, and how he was just off Beirut on a Navy vessel when all those marines, sailors and soldiers were brought to it and he had to write “A” or “O” on their foreheads as he triaged them.
Until that day when I have to tell my story, it’s best for me to remember that day by doing something good for the country and myself rather than re-hashing the memories of anger and helplessness from that day. See you all on the 12th.