Today is a day of great sorrow in the United States, for it marks the 8th anniversary of the attack on the people of these United States via the World Trade Center Towers, the Pentagon, and a field just outside of Shanksville, Pennsylvania. There are no words that can sooth, there are no memories that can be erased, there is only a knot that grows from deep in the pit of the stomach and wells up the eyes with heartfelt tears.

It is not required to have personally known anyone who died at these locations on that dreadful day; anyone who holds even the smallest amount of compassion for their fellow man, surely felt a bit of their own heart die along with the victims of nine-eleven. There hangs over each of our heads, the rare possibility that through some crazy twist of fate, any one of us could have been at one of those locations or on one of those planes. Remote, though those possibilities are, an attack of that magnitude could have happen anywhere in our Country, so it very well could have been You or I. I say this, not to scare anyone, nor for shock value, but for the reality of it all.

We live in the Greatest Country in the world, a Country that our Forefathers fought and gave their lives for; the freedoms that we take for granted on a daily basis did not come without a price, and we must not forget that. On nine-eleven our lives were permanently changed as we were thrust into the reality that our fight for freedom has never and will never end. We had only to exist in complacency for the door to terror to be opened; we did; it was. We must be forever wary; we must forever remember.

For the innocent Men, Women and Children who perished on nine-eleven, I pray.

For our military Men and Women who have sacrificed for our freedom, I pray.

For our continued freedom, I pray.
For my Country, I pray.

And for you, I pray.

God Bless us all!