Monday, May 2, 2011

God Bless the U.S.A

 image courtesy of Life Magazine

I'm sorry, readers.  There's no food today.  I debated about writing this post because, after all, this is a food blog.  But the emotions I felt Sunday night as I watched the news coverage of Osama Bin Laden's death took over.

You see, I was a college senior studying International Diplomacy and Broadcast Journalism at American University in Washington, D.C. on September 11th.  I remember the shock and awe we all felt in the nation's capitol that day.  I remember seeing the director of student services, a woman so ambitious and hardworking, we'd really never thought her having emotions, break down in tears.  I remember asking Professor Chin what I was supposed to tell all the new freshmen living on my floor.  I remember the look on her face when she said, "I don't know.  I feel like a failure.  We've worked our whole lives to make sure you kids never had to experience this."  I remember seeing students cry in fear because they had yet to hear from family and friends back home in New York and New Jersey.  And I will never forget the deafening silence on our campus that day when what I'm guessing was about 700 students were sent back to their dorms on lockdown.  With that many students out and about, you'd expect laughter, music, and chatter.  Not on that day.  That day, the campus was silent, every student walking back to their rooms with their eyes to the sky, looking for the next plane.

Now, almost ten years later, I'm a teacher and big sister to a recent graduate of Army basic training.  And I'm scared.  I'm scared about retaliation in the wake of Bin Laden's death.  I'm scared to feel that fear again.  I don't want to lay down for a nap, the way I did late in the afternoon on September 11th, then get up to look out my window once more just in case I never woke up.  I don't want my brother or any of our other American soldiers to be sent into harm's way to deal with a swell in activity.  I don't want to think of my brother feeling that fear.  I don't want to spend my days wondering where he is and if he's okay.

So today I won't.  I will do my best to feel pride in my country and hope for a future where terrorists can no longer inflict terror.  I will take today to pray for our soldiers, our President, Afghani citizens, and the victims of September 11th.  I will take today to think of all the ways God has already and will continue to bless the U.S.A.


Kim (Feed Me, Seymour) said...

I was a senior in high school, sitting in second period Communications class when they announced what had happened over the PA system. Being that young, I'm not sure any of us fully understand the magnitude of what had happened.

I will think and pray for your recently graduated brother. I understand your sentiments completely and while I also sometimes worry about things such as retaliation, I'm also glad that all of those people who died did not pass in vain.

Thank you for this inspirational and meaningful post!

Julie Capellas Jennings said...

As always well said....It shocked me that it was ten years ago because I remember it like it was yesterday. I guess we truly will never forget.

I heard a shocking statement last night....the troops fighting the war now were only 8 or 9 when it have such passion for an event that happened when you were a child is beyond me.

(P.S. When did we get old??)

That Girl said...

I know everyone is talking about retaliation, but it's not as if there was peace between us an Bin Laden followers before. Whatever happens would have happened regardless of the victory of his death. Whatever is planned has already been planned. We have been attacked before without provocation so I can't see how any retaliation would be worse. My thoughts are with your brother, your family, and the families of all the brave men and women who fight for our freedoms.

Tricia said...

That was a wonderful post. Bless you.

Erin said...

This was very well written. Thanks for taking the time to tell your story.

Peggy said...

Thank you for your comments. I remember everything about that day and the days after. Today I too have a little brother in the military whom I am very proud of, and yet scared for every day. I appreciate and respect your words.
Thank you