Today is the fourth anniversary of 9/11. People occasionally ask me if I’ve “come to terms” with my anger over the taking of innocent lives.
I dunno. Let me check.
We are, right this minute, engaged in a global war. The struggle will last decades. Defeats will be documented by the world’s media while many victories will never be discussed until long after this war is over, if ever. Many of our best, our brightest, and our most noble will pay the ultimate price.
But there is one certainty. Our enemy can never defeat us as long as we have an unshakable resolve. That is both our most precious and most delicate resource. We must husband it by remembering what terrible acts were performed upon innocent people, and always consider that worse will happen if we falter for even a moment.
Today I find my thoughts turning to the only time I ever broke down and openly wept in public. I wonder what happened to those kids I met on that day, what turns their lives took, and I hope that they fared well.
But, no matter what happened, I’m sure that they did their best.