My heart still aches for our country, victims of 9/11 attacks
Sept. 11, 2001, started as a typical day in my world as a special education teacher at Trotwood-madison High School.
My classroom, which was on the second floor of the school building, was humid, and that caused the students to get out of control. As always, I attempted to regain order in the class as part of my daily routine in helping the students make it through another school year. But my mood changed quickly when the principal knocked on the classroom door and asked me to not turn on the
TV. The terrorist attacks had just occurred, and he thought images from the scenes were disturbing for the students.
I was raised in a small river town of Bellaire, which is located in Eastern Ohio. My father was a WWII veteran, my uncle would become a “lifer” in the U.S. Army, my brother an Air Force veteran, and me .... I was drafted into the Army in September 1969, serving one year in Vietnam. Wearing the uniform was in my blood.
As a proud veteran, I was in no way prepared for what that knock on my classroom door would mean for me, for America, for the entire world. We were now about to enter another undeclared war, just like Vietnam.
The rest of that school day is mostly a blur to me, although I do remember my drive home. As I drove past the VA cemetery, I became deeply sad when I looked at all the headstones and thought about the families who had lost loved ones. Then my sadness started to subside as I grew more angry.
What could I, a 51-yearyoung veteran, do to help fix what had been done to our country? When I got home, I called a local Army recruiter to ask if my services were needed. He thanked me for wanting to help, but I had exceeded the age limit for enlisting in the military. I became sad again, knowing that there was nothing I could do to help my country after the terrorist attacks.
Father Time has taken away some memories, but the deep sadness I felt grew as time went on, and the reality of what happened set in. Seventy-eight countries fell victim to the terrorists, as nearly 3,000 humans died in the World Trade Center . ... As an American, I was aghast at the thought that this could happen. How could these planes ever do such a Luciferian deed?
Shortly after the attacks, our nation went on high alert, and Pres. Bush resolved to hunt down the mastermind of the evil act, Osama Bin Laden. We finally accomplished our mission on May 2, 2011.
His death gave me and millions of people what we wanted. Sadly though, terrorism continues to thrive in the world . ...
We were reminded of that when in August, 13 Americans lost their lives while doing their duty in Afghanistan.
Saturday will mark the 20th anniversary ... I still feel deep sadness for those thousands of people who lost brothers, sisters, husbands, wives and children. As a proud Vietnam veteran, my heart continues to ache for America . ...
... Not a day goes by that I do not look at the tattoo on my left arm that reads, “9-11-01.”
God bless America, and may God continue to be
there for the families of those who were murdered on Sept. 11, 2001.