Monday, September 12, 2005
It's been four years since September 11, 2001. It's hard to believe how quickly time has passed. But, it's also hard to comprehend how far away our pre 9/11 lives are from us now. I don't like getting nostalgic about things that happened less than five years ago. It makes me feel old, and it makes me feel sorry for the kids who will never know a day of "people-watching" in the airport that does not include a head-to-toe scan for explosives and evil intent.
I'm thankful for the freedoms I enjoy as an American. I am grateful to the people who have sacrificed for me. This picture was taken last year when both of my brothers were stationed in Iraq at the same time. They just happened to meet up for a couple of days. They share a bond that I will never have, even though we share the same parents. I can't imagine the things they've seen or comprehend the import of the decisions they were and are forced to make daily. But, I am thankful for willingness to make those tough decisions in our best interest.
Between the two of them, they've done five tours in Iraq. That's a lot of sand and heat and who knows what else. The oldest is back in the States now for a short break and then will be heading back again for (hopefully) his last time. I spoke with him on the phone last night and he told me about how he's been spending his "free" time from all that craziness.
He was in Fort Worth-- sorting clothes and food and other needed items for distribution to hurricane survivors.
I'm proud of my brothers. I'm proud of our men of service.