5 Years Later

I have to take to take a break from recounting meal after meal to reflect on the 5th anniversary of a day that few of us will forget. I will always remember sitting in my van, listening to my cell phone as my mom told me the news. I will always remember going back out to my van with JJ to listen to NPR, because there was no other way to get information. I remember feeling angry, but not at terrorists. At the time, I felt that the people who had done such a thing had been provoked. If I thought that then, you can imagine what I think now. I couldn't fathom how a bunch of madmen could do so much damage to so many lives, our government and our country as a whole. I certainly couldn't imagine how they could be elected for a second term.

I remember the sadness of watching the families searching hopelessly for their loved ones. As I've mentioned on this blog before, people rarely comment on how close to as many people have died as a result of the military action in comparison to 9/11. Just as we saw the families searching for some of the 2997 who died that day, there are families mourning the loss of 2761 service men and women. Dare I ask for what? Their families shouldn't have had to ask. The families of the the thousands upon thousands of Iraqis shouldn't have had to either.

Let's just hope that the families that are left wake up before it's too late.