I think on each September 11, since 2001, I have taken time to relive the moment when I first heard that a plane hit one of the towers in New York.

As I write this a plane is flying overhead and I involuntarily cringe.

While remembering the events of that day, I ran across this poignant tribute.

17 years ago today, I suppose for my generation, 9/11 will be what Pearl Harbor was for the generations before us.

At the time that this happened, we were living between Washington and Independence, Iowa.

The kids and I had just arrived home the night before to our house in Independence. Our youngest was 1, and the oldest was just about to turn 13.

It seems like it was just yesterday that my daughter came running into my bedroom to tell me that a plane had hit a building in New York. Still half asleep, I assumed it was a bad accident. At the time, we didn’t have a TV, gasp, so we were getting updates from the radio at the time.

Before I was out of my bedroom she popped in to tell me that another plane had hit a second building, and immediately I knew that we were under attack. She was already visibly upset so I tried to act like, well, how are you supposed to act, like this is nothing?

At the time, Dean was 100 miles away at work, so I called to tell him what was going on, knowing that he probably hadn’t heard, and he didn’t, then I called my parents.

I piled all of the kids into the suburban and we went to their house to see what was happening.

The shock of the scenes, and those buildings falling was the first time I think I felt a helplessness as an American.

I also remember anger. A deep, from the bottom of my gut rage, that anyone would dare to do something so hateful to innocent people. Our innocent people.

As we watched throughout the day, the various reports and the people stumbling away from the towers, many covered in dust, it still didn’t seem real.

Throughout the day we saw and heard the fire trucks headed toward the towers, and heard reports of many of those people being lost when the buildings collapsed on top of them.

The most horrifying was seeing video later of people jumping from the buildings because of the intense heat inside. The thuds of their bodies hitting the awnings of the buildings below just goes through your heart every time you hear it.

We lived across from a gas station then and immediately there was a line down the street of people filling up their tanks, they too had no idea what was happening.

Those are the things I remember most about 9/11.

17 years have gone by, and we still remember.

I’m not a country music fan, I hate it for the most part. I find of all the genres of music it’s the most depressing stuff, and I completely understand why it’s played in bars.

However, Toby Keith summed it up 9/11 best in his song, “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue.” This song never gets old. I still feel this way 17 years later.

Maybe I hold grudges, I don’t know.

But I’ll tell ya what. If we’re ever attacked again, I’m all for bombing the ones who attack us, right into the ground.

So thanks Toby Keith, for summing this up for all of us.

 

Click on this link to see a version of this song that will bring tears to your eyes as you watch our troops cheer

Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American)

By Toby Keith

American girls and American guys
We’ll always stand up and salute
We’ll always recognize
When we see Old Glory flying
There’s a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our head

My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye but he flew a flag out in our yard
Until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free

Now this nation that I love has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin’ in from somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the fourth of July

Hey Uncle Sam, put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shakin’ her fist
And the eagle will fly man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom start ringin’ her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the red white and blue

Justice will be served and the battle will rage
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
And you’ll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
‘Cause we’ll put a boot in your ass
It’s the American way

Hey uncle sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shakin’ her fist
And the eagle will fly it’s gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom start ringin’ her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the red white and blue

Oh oh of the red white and blue
Oh oh of my red white and blue