We're coming up on five years since terrorists hijacked several planes over US soil. In case anyone has forgotten, one was flown into each of the World Trade Center towers, one was flown into the pentagon, and one crashed into the ground in Pennsylvania. The WTC towers fell later that day, killing thousands. Since then, we have been engaged in almost constant conflict in Afghanistan and Iraq. Hundreds of troops have died on foreign soil in the line of duty. Think about how many people have died. Every one of them has a family. Imagine that was your family. Your mom: dead. Your brother: dead. Your sister: dead. Your dad: POW. Your child: dead. Remember how we all came together as a nation after it happened? Remember how friendly everyone was? Why does it take such a catastrophic event to unite a nation that is supposedly already United? E pluribus unum? No, Ex unum pluribus. A divided house cannot stand, yall, and we are divided. We're so worried about making another dollar we don't mind stepping on someone else's face to get it. We're so preoccupied with fighting amongst ourselves that many of us hardly even know the rest of the world exists. Lately some of us have even griping about our soldiers overseas. Our SOLDIERS. The people that lay their lives on the line every day so that we can have the freedom to gripe about them. A lot of these men and women are younger than I, and I am only 21, yet they have the burden of a nation of nearly 300 million on their shoulders. Kids barely out of high school are staring their own mortality straight in the face every day. They watch their fellow man die from a bullet thousands of miles from home, or a bomb blast only yards from where they are standing. The things they have experienced most of us cannot fathom.
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Great blog. :)
True so true, some are too blind to see, and perhaps don't care about the lives of others