Where were you when the world stopped turning? My grandmother had picked me up to take me to my college class for that day, I can't remember now but I think it was my writing class. She told me that she had heard on the radio that someone had ran a plane into the Twin Towers, I told her that was not a funny joke. I could not believe that someone could do that. I still had a hard time wrapping my head around the Holocaust and Rwanda. I thought that we as a civilization was beyond that kind of atrocity, the killing of people for no reason. I cried when I heard that religion was involved. I was freshly agnostic and just could not believe that a belief would cause this.
Growing up we had a flagpole in my front yard; I come from a family that is proud to be American. We might not always agree with our countries politics, but we are proud to be a part of a country that if you don't like it, you can leave. A country where a website like this can exist and you do not have to fear what you post on it. My Grandfather served only 1 term in the US Navy, around the time of WWII. Why only 4 years I don't know, and I never asked. It hurts me that I did not listen as closely as I should have to my Grandfather, that I was an ignorant teenager who did not appreciate the time I had with him. I can tell you that my Grandfather loved building models of Navy ships, and that he had a miniature Port in his front yard, complete with yardarm where he would fly the American flag. He died earlier that year and I am so grateful that he wasn't alive to see the country that he loved so very much come under attack, again. That brings me some joy, which is taken away because he never got to see me in uniform. I like to think he would have been proud.
I think about my nephew Spencer, who was born 14 days later on the 25th. He has never known a country that wasn't at war. He has never known the life I was brought up in, where we were safe, or at least thought we would be.
That morning I was shocked, by that afternoon I was angry, that night, as I was watching the news all I could do was cry. It took me at least 2 days for it to sink in that this was not just some terrible dream. We were glued to our TV for the next 3 days, tuned into to CNN, FOX News, MSNBC, whoever was broadcasting about the event.
I am a United States Sailor. I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States of America and I will obey the orders of those appointed over me. I represent the fighting spirit of the Navy and those who have gone before me to defend freedom and democracy around the world. I proudly serve my country's Navy combat team with Honor, Courage and Commitment. I am committed to excellence and the fair treatment of all.
That is more than just something I have to recite at Quarters. That is my creed and it means something to me. When people ask what I do for a living, I don't respond that I am in the military, I don't say I am in the Navy, I tell them I am a Sailor.
I wish I could say that the day that would come to be known as 9/11 is the reason I joined the military, I am ashamed that it isn't. I joined the military 4 years after the tragedy occurred because it's not like there was anyone worth marrying in my town.
9/11 hurts me every day. When I think about what a small group of religious extremist did to my country it angers me and it hurts me. I will never forget.