Today, I am more sad for my nation than I have been in years.
Nine years ago today, self-sworn enemies of life, liberty, and happiness struck at the heart of a people who asked no quarrel. Osama bin Laden and al Qaeda launched an attack against the United States that claimed nearly 3000 lives and change the world forever.
Yet, those enemies could not have known how well they succeeded, because the injury they inflicted that day was far more grievous than lives lost or property destroyed. That day, they cut through the tissue, sinew, and bone that helped hold this fractious melting pot called the United States together and exposed its dysfunctional guts to the entire world.
In the nine years since our enemies first inflicted that injury, we have done a far better job of making it worse than any attack or deaths might have been able to do. We are ripping ourselves apart at the seams, and our enemies rejoice at every additional wound.
Some will seek to chastise me for this post, condemning me and claiming that I am using this sacred day for a political point, yet I wonder how much they know or even remember about that day. I wonder how much they understand or even care about the hundreds of thousands of men and women who have sacrificed life and limb, time and treasure to do whatever it takes to ensure such a day never happens again. I wonder if they understand what it takes to secure and exercise life, liberty, and happiness to its fullest.
The events of 9-11 changed the world forever, whether anyone acknowledges that fact or not. Just look around you and you can see that change. And, if you truly see, you will be sad with me.