Sunday, September 11, 2011


It's not that I am not proud to be American.
It's not that I don't value all the beautiful lives that were snuffed out that day.
It's not that I don't know that there were countless heroes born that day.

I will never forget any of it:
The second plane hitting.
The voice of the newsman.
The image of people falling to their deaths.

It's that I just can't revisit the pain, the fear, the panic.


Anita said...

I think a lot of people feel that way. It is still incredibly painful.
I was so proud of my fellow Americans who choose to be heroes that day in the face of evil and were rightly celebrated yesterday. I was thankful yesterday to hear from the children born in the aftermath of such pain who have grown to be joyful strength to their grieving parent. My heart still breaks to see the pain of 9/11 and know that we are at war and other families suffer loosing their loved ones for freedom's sake. Like you, I am proud to be an American and thank God for a country that allows us the freedom to openly worship Him. God bless America!

Perryn said...

You are not alone in your feelings. In the UK a lot of us feel the same. True in terms of sheer numbers the loss of British lives was not as great and the American, but the devastation left behind is the same.

I sometimes wonder about the wisdom of the media. In the UK, all the revolving news coverage and "anniversary" programming was almost to saturation point and I just could not watch it and relive all those emotions (and I, thank God, was fortunate enough not to have lost anyone), I can't help but wonder if the coverage was too much for me to bear, what must it have been like for those who lost friends and loved ones?

My feeling is that now, 10 years on, we should be permitted to honour/respect/mourn, without the incessant media coverage, but somehow I don't think we will be. :(

Blessings to all of you in my home from home across the pond.