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Strange as it sounds, September 11, 2001 started a period of time when I had the most faith and hope for this country.
During my younger years, I went through the Civil Rights movement, the Cuban Missile Crisis and a whole lot of other… “earth shaking moments.” These included first loves, acne, second – third – fourth loves, acne… oh, and did I mention I was red headed with freckles? Richie Cunningham or Howdy Doody depending on your point of view.
But I digress… September 11, 2001… some of you know that on September 6, 2001 I had a heart attack. They let me out of the hospital on the evening of September 10. The next morning, Pam and I went to the hospital cafeteria for breakfast and got back just in time to see #2 plow into the World Trade Center. We were at war and didn’t know for sure who we were at war with. That information would come soon enough.
Other planes came down, one at the Pentagon and another in a field in Pennsylvania. That one was dropped by passengers who decided to save others. I think the last words anyone heard from that plane were, “Let’s roll.” Over the next few hours, we experienced a “new normal.” There was not an air plane in the sky… except those of the Air National Guard.
Strange as it sounds, September 11, 2001 started a period of time when I had the most faith and hope for this country. Flags sprouted from almost every business, almost every home and almost every vehicle in and around Houston, Texas. People bound together, they nodded to each others, waved to each other, looked out for each other. Before 9/11, we were Texans first and Americans second… but for a while we were just Americans.
Strange as it sounds, September 11, 2001 started a period of time when I had the most faith and hope for this country. Lady Liberty caught a sucker punch from somewhere in the back and had a black eye. We hunted for someone, anyone… we could put a boot in their ass. We were hurt and mad and it was the ’merican thang to do.
“Thang” is a military expression. “It’s just a thang, ain’t no big thang… just a thang.” That is until it is a big thang and this was.
Strange as it sounds, September 11, 2001 started a period of time when I had the most faith and hope for this country. I gave up counting the number of times I saw those buildings fall, or the papers drift down from the windows, or the bodies of those that jumped instead of burned… or the crushed cars, fire trucks and police cars. For many the concept of “running to the danger rather than from it” was new. Wasn’t new to us that were military, or cops or fire dawgs or medics or EMTs or Chaplains . Wasn’t new to those who had the courage and the grace to save others even at the cost of their own lives.
Strange as it sounds, September 11, 2001 started a period of time when I had the most faith and hope for this country. Even politicians “mouthed” the words of freedom, American, pride, courage, the American way… but most did only that, they mouthed the words in order to get elected or re-elected. They didn’t mean those words.
Strange as it sounds, September 11, 2001 started a period of time when I had the most faith and hope for this country and I was proud of this country. I had seen how the politicians and media had taken victory and honor and grace and appreciation away from my brothers and sisters during the Vietnam War—IT WEREN’T NO DAMN CONFLICT! Excuse me, that’s a Texas expression some of you may not understand.
We promised never to do that again to our military. Funny thing is, that is probably the only thing… the only promise we made that we have kept.
Strange as it sounds, September 11, 2001 started a period of time when I had the most faith and hope for this country. About six months following, I was picking up flags off the sides of I-45 and Highway 59. We went to war, we went to Afghanistan and Iraq, some went to both and did it many times.
For years, I would get up, power up the computer… start loading emails and go to Fox News to get the news. Sorry I dropped the rest of the media long ago. I left for Iraq, I came home from Iraq, I retired and had triple bypass surgery, we moved to Missouri in September of 2007. The period of time when I had the most faith and hope for this country began to erode. That erosion has continued.
Recently, we have added the terms Alt Right, Alt Left and Antifa. We began a dedicated push to not just rewrite history (that’s been going on for some time) but eliminate it. I have been disgusted with the politicians of both parties, the slanted, biased, fake news of the media.
And then something happened.
Harvey, Harvey hit Houston and the Gulf Coast; and Irma—Florida and its coast. From that devastation has begun a period of time when I find I have faith and hope for this country and proud of my countrymen. I could rant on for page after page, I won’t though. I’ll end with this.
Parents, teach your children and grand children and great grand children the history of their country… the TRUE history of their country. Don’t trust the government or the schools to do that, they won’t. Protect your family, honor your God and if you don’t have a God… honor the graciousness that allows peoples to co-exist. Do not follow, “If it feels good, do it.” Rather practice, “If it made you good, do it.” Smile, a lot. Laugh a lot. Love a lot. And keep watch… keep watch for those events that will start a period of time when you will have the most faith and hope for this country.
They are magic and magic is the fingerprint of God. Be blessed America, some of us still believe…