Ten years ago, our country was shaken to it's core by a sick group of individuals. No matter how old I get, around this time of year I regress back to this scared eleven year old who knew some thing happend but didn't know the significant meaning of it all. I remember seeing strangers helping each other and a lot of people shedding tears of sorrow. But at eleven, I just didn't understand.
Then came the immediate surge of patriotism in America. American flags on houses, cars, store windows and every where else you can imagine. I remember people taking pride in their country again. Growing up in a family of service members having pride in America was never really an issue. For a while I thought everybody's house looked like 4th of July year round.
Then came the war. Now at eleven I didn't understand why it was happening but as I grew older and became aware of my surroundings I learned that even unpleasant things can SOMETIMES be nessasary. Hints the term nessasary evil. Now don't go thinking I'm some war loving savage(and if you are more power to you) because I'm not. I pray for peace just as any other military spouse would in times of danger. I worry about the day my husbands number is called, let's face it when duty calls you can't hit ignore. I understood the danger that comes with the title of soldier when he signed his contract, and I understood the danger of military spouse. As much as I love him it's certain things regarding his job that I'm not too comfortable thinking about, simply because I can't.
This September 11th, if you have a chance, shake a soldiers hand. Whether you are anti or pro military it doesn't matter. They stand and fight until they can't anymore for your safety. They miss holidays, anniversaries, birthdays, births, and so much more just so you can spend all those precious moments with your family. Freedom isn't free by far.
God bless America, and everyplace else
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