Reflections on 9/11
By Adrian Wyllie – 1787 Network
For many Americans, the memory ends there. But I urge you to reflect upon the eleven years since that tragic day.
Commemorate the more than 6,000 U.S. servicemen and women who returned home from the deserts of Iraq and Afghanistan in flag-draped coffins. Think of the more than 45,000 troops wounded, many whose lives will never again be whole.
Remember those innocents we tend to forget. Ponder the hundreds of thousands of civilian victims of America’s retaliation. Note the millions of Iraqis and Afghans whose lives and families were decimated in the aftermath of 9/11.
How high will be the final price of vengeance? How long must the retribution continue?
Reflect upon the freedoms lost as a result of that horrible day. Picture our cherished Constitution, which lies tattered in ruins, like so much rubble at ground zero. That injury was inflicted not by Al Qaeda, but by our own, trembling hands.
I reflect upon 9/11 nearly every day.
As I stand with feet spread and hands in the air, as my naked body appears on a screen in the next room; then herded like livestock, I await blue-gloved hands to reach into my pants.
As I stroll the streets of my hometown, glancing up to see the vigilant cameras on every light post tracking my every step.
As I attempt to convince endless bureaucrats that I am not a terrorist, in order to gain government privileges of traveling, working, voting, or using my own hard-earned money.
As I ponder which words that I write, including these, will earn me a visit from armed authorities and an involuntary psychiatric evaluation.
As I beg my sons not to enlist in the military, even though their grandfather, aunt, uncles, and their father all once did. I tell them, “That was a different time, and America was a different place.” My voice cracks as I say the words.
Of all my recollections of 9/11, I most often think of the crew and passengers of flight 93. How they so valiantly assessed their situation, weighed their options, and made a bold decision to act. How their gallant sacrifice may have saved the lives of thousands.
How would those brave souls assess our nation today? What would they think of the inane fear that has gripped the very heart of America? Would they tolerate our nation of fearless free men being reduced to a pasture of fenced sheep? What would they say or do to reverse the growing tyranny of the state?
None of us can know for sure. But I like to think that they would respond with two simple, yet profound words: