SEPTEMBER 11th

I'll never forget the phone call from my sister when the Twin Towers were hit. I had just finished feeding Keanna, who was about 4 1/2 months old, and Kamille was still asleep. I remember sitting in my recliner, playing with the rabbit ears because I couldn't afford cable, trying to get the channel that was the least fuzzy. I don't believe I moved from out of front of the T.V. that day, except for making lunch and using the restroom. Even hundreds and hundreds of miles away, I kept thinking to myself "please let them find just ONE more survivor" then news would come and I would plead for "just one more survivor".

Since my father was a police officer and ambulance attendant, both my parents stayed current as first responders, my husband is a Veteran, I have two nephews in the Air Force, one of who has already been to Iraq 3 times, and both my sister and I went to school to be EMT's, September 11th really means a lot to me.

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However, this year, 9-11 took on just a little different twist for me. Unfortunately, our Fire Chief here in Union lost his father on Sept. 5th. Not only was he the Chief's father, he was also my neighbor for 8 years and you couldn't have asked for ANYBODY better to have as a neighbor. There will be a memorial service for Bob tomorrow morning. I have seen first hand now, after this situation, about the "brotherhood" or the "bond" that firefighters, medics, police officers, etc. have formed. We were all very worried about our fellow medic, several have helped out, several have offered help, some of us have jumped in and taken up some tasks that allowed the Chief to be with his family instead. What makes this even more real to me is Bob was in the Army as well as the Air Force. He served our country, then when he retired, he continued to serve in this community, by being foster parents, adopting kids, being involved in different community services and committees. He talked to my oldest nephew at great length before he entered the Air Force and when I would see Bob around town, he always asked about Ken. So folks, whether you have no time to think about this, or you found yourself shedding a tear somewhere along the way today thinking back to the day when our freedom was jeopardized, or you have or are a soldier currently serving our country, please just remember that we lost a LOT of people from this earth that day, and several of those losses were people who were trained to go in and do the best they could to save, to protect, to rescue or just hold hands of the injured. I spent my day at a High School Cow Cutting competition with one other EMT. People asked us "How'd it go?" I always reply "A boring day in our world means somebody else had a great day!!! Let's hope for some more boring days!!!!!!
Hope all of you found your own way of remembering what we, as Americans who enjoy our freedom, think about when we see a flag, or a soldier of any type in our community, or those who have left family, spouses & children, never to return.If you're in the mood to cry(male OR female)and have a box of Kleenex ready, then go here for a song with a child's voice doing a narrative.