Today is the third anniversary of the attack on the Twin Towers; it's also the second anniversary of this blog. And I have to ask myself, what was I thinking? One day earlier, or one day later and I could go into raptures about my blogiversary every year.
Instead, I remember coming downstairs, dressed and ready to go to work, and hearing my wife call me to the TV, where she was nursing our little girl, "Will, come here, something happened in New York." "What?" "I think a plane hit the World Trade Center." I remember watching the first tower collapse, and that I knew it was collapsing before the man doing the voiceover on TV did. I remember the billowing smoke and ash and dust. At least I couldn't see the people plunging to their deaths.
September 11th is not a day for celebrating--but one day, if we can keep our resolve, it will be. I hope that for my grandchildren 9/11 will be just another three-day weekend commemorating a victory they are too young to remember. In the meantime, may God bless our troops, and grant wisdom to their commanders.