Nine Eleven

I will never be able to top anything that has been said on the anniversary of 9/11 and I am almost certain that the subject has been exhausted. Seeing the Twin Towers fall, the desperate people jumping from windows, listening to the chatter about commercial airline flights that were still in the air and being glued to the news all day and night are all things that stick with a person.

I was only 24 years old and had never had to deal with the emotions that come with something like that. Even the Gulf War, which I religiously paid attention to, didn’t have the same effect on me. It effected my 14 year old self but 9/11 struck 10 years later and a whole other lifetime of experiences had occurred in my life. Not only that but this happened in our (the United States) backyard.

As an adult, albeit a young one, who was more informed on the ways of the world and politics and considered myself an “old pro” at global events (Yes, I know, I was stupid.) I was dumbfounded.

I will never forget that feeling as my eyes took in the scenes replaying on the television. My brain could not comprehend the images. To process that a human being had been so desperate that their only option was to throw themselves out of a skyscraper…it still sounds unbelievable. Like the plot of some horrible movie.

I went to bed very afraid that night. I felt a measure of comfort in the trust I had for our President, George W. Bush. I had faith in what he promised. I thought, and still do, that no matter his mistakes or blunders in the White House, he absolutely was committed to protecting our nation and her people.

Part of me would like to forget that fear but the more rational part knows that I should never forget it. None of us should forget it.

Right now I’m feeling the same kind of fears and anxieties that I felt when seeing the images of 9/11 when I see the headlines about ISIS beheading Christians and Americans.

This anniversary is particularly distressing to me, for all the reasons it always is and for another reason that I have been trying not to think about.

President Obama. He is less than inspiring on the issue of protecting our nation. He seems to like having open borders. He has no strategic vision on the very real threat of ISIS making it to our country. How is this even possible? It’s not. It is not that he wasn’t aware of ISIS and doesn’t have a plan because it just “surprised” him. It’s that he doesn’t want to have a plan.

I truly believe that he wants another 9/11…and probably an even larger one. So even though the threats from outside of the nation are scary it’s the threat of living in a country where the commander in chief honestly gives the impression that he would like nothing more than for us to be destroyed that scares me almost to the point of tears.

The Founders were right and blessed with the knowledge that only a divine presence could give them when they warned us about enemies both foreign and domestic.

I am positive that not one of them would have ever guessed that the America they so loved, and many died for, would ever elect an enemy to the office of the President.