A phrase that has been used many, many times lately is “If only I had words…” But we don’t. People often inform me I am good with words, but I have to imagine that even God could not think of what to say right now. He is in control, but speechless and weeping so hard.
He weeps for the innocent lives that died. He cries for the thousands of lives that were drastically and harmfully changed. He has even shed a tear for the terrorists who had such a wrong idea about what He commands and wants. He weeps because He personally knew every person that died and had their lives changed.
I did not personally know anyone on those planes, on the ground, or in one of our buildings. I did not have too. My father is a Chaplin in the Pennsylvania National Guard; he could have been deployed to help with the relief effort. And so many of those workers were killed. No, wait, not killed murdered. My family is still, two days later, expecting that very call to come. My father has his bags packed and ready to go. My stomach became a ball of steel that oozed out sorrow, when I realized I had no idea where he was. And I only knew one person.
My country’s anger and rage will never be able to be described. But of all the things these terrorists could have tried, using our own planes with our own people on them to attack so many more American people was the worst and stupidest thing they could have done. America has just gone to war. We will prove that we are stronger and much better than our enemies by crushing those who did this as well as the people who harbor them. And we will still leave the innocents alive.
At times it feels like this is a horrible nightmare or fantasy show. I can see the drama unfolding before me and yet I cannot reach out and touch it. With the sun the same as ever and the beautiful sky above, it is so hard to believe that out of that sky came America’s peace shattering reality. And yet I have heard the reactions and I have felt the affects.
My birthday is the thirteenth of September. This happened on the eleventh. My one birth compared to so many needless deaths. My birthday will never be the same. And somewhere in the United States of America a baby was born at the time and day that this happened. One innocent child’s birth compared to thousands of needless deaths. But one birth is a sign of hope. And our enemies will find that on this day we rose in hope and life and they can do absolutely nothing to stop it.
Written this September 13, 2001
Author's Note: It is now five years later. I have met one person born on September 11 and I sponsor a boy named Marcio from the Dominican Republic who was also born on 9/11. His birth date was the reason I chose him. I have since joined the Pennsylvania National Guard, like my father before me. I am a Chemical Dragon soldier. To this day we continue to fight, we continue to hope, and we continue to live. God Bless.
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