I remember. I remember where I was when Secunda called that morning. She had a summer job weighing potato trucks and was watching the news at her desk. I remember the surreal horror of watching another plane plow into the second tower as the first tower burned. I remember the feel of the next few days. We were one nation, united in grief and resolve to never let it happen again. I remember the churches were packed that Sunday. I remember bursting into tears at random moments. I remember trying to hide it from my brand new German foreign exchange student. I remember she thought it was awful how patriotic these Americans were. I remember being so apprehensive about what would happen next. I remember the concerns about anthrax. I remember being annoyed by the marketing blitz, and by the tattered condition of some of the flags on car antennaes, though I liked they still expressed a feeling that seemed to be fading. I remember the National Guard at the airport, searching car trunks as we drove in. I remember the ridiculous concerns about not profiling. My mother had her grandmother's embroidery scissors taken away. I remember the drift into complacency. I remember the Bible calls us to seek wisdom and love the Truth. I am beginning to see what that means, to love the Truth. "A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing. Our helper, He, admid the flood of mortal ills prevailing." Where are you, my dear America? Wake up! Come back to yourself. Remember. |