I was 17 years old in 2001. My worldview did not extend beyond the confines of my immediate friends and family. Although I was a Senior in high school, I still had a lot of growing up to do. A lot of that experience happened on the morning of September 11th. Like others around the country, I watched in horror as my narrow scope of the world shattered, opening my eyes to the harsh realities of an America at war.
I had lived in Hampton Roads my entire life. Naturally, everybody knew somebody who is in the military – friends, neighbors, or family. Every resident of Hampton Roads knows what jet noise sounds like. After years of conditioning, the sound becomes soothing. I remember seeing the hub of activity Norfolk was during Operation Desert Storm. This was different. It was even different than the response from the attack on USS Cole, home-ported in Norfolk. There was more of a frenzy. The following week, it was hard not to hear lunchtime conversation around you talking about enlisting and joining up. I didn’t think much of it back then. I think about it almost every day now. I can imagine the buzz of fervor was much the same around the United States in December 1941. Or in February 1898. Or April 1861.
I graduated in 2002 and went off to college. Many of my classmates went off to join the military. I am grateful for every one of those individuals who answered the call of duty – past, present, and future. Some of those classmates went off to the Middle East. Some came back unscathed, while others returned with injuries both on the inside and outside.
Historically, it hasn’t been that long since the attacks. Watching the footage still evokes emotion. It seems like it was yesterday. Watching older films with the iconic NYC backdrop always make note of the Twin Towers in the distance.
Enemy attacks on the United States are still very well in the memory and minds of the American public. We are only a shade over 70 years since Pearl Harbor, and are currently commemorating the bicentennial anniversary of the British attack on our nation’s capitol, typified by this weekend’s “Star-Spangled” events in Baltimore.
I am 30 years old now. I STILL have a lot of growing up to do. The world has a lot of growing up to do. I can sleep safe knowing that our men and women of the United States Navy are keeping the watch, making sure the aging process for both goes as smooth as possible. Take a second today and thank your fellow service members who answered the call, and honor those who gave their fullest measure of devotion on the morning of September 11th and beyond.
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