One of the downsides of growing old is that our memories banks are larger. Today for example is 9/11. I have often looked around and wondered how this next generation is going to fully comprehend the terror that occurred this day, seventeen years ago. To watch on television as people leapt from burning buildings. As heroic police officers and firemen entered the chaos knowing that they may never return to their families. At the end of the day thousands of people lay dead on American soil. A day of true sacrifice. It is on this day that my soul is ripped asunder and all the horrible emotions that I felt that day surface once again. I was a twenty-eight-year-old workaholic, who was not concerned with anything other than providing for my family. Life was good. Seventeen years ago, the world changed. It didn’t change for the better. We are still at war because of the horror of that day. Those of us who served there now face a different battle. May God richly bless America and provide comfort for those who lost so much on this day of infamy.
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I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox. I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs). View all posts by frontporchmusings694846020