I was in my freshman year of high school when 9-11 happened. I couldn't really grasp what was happening or why at the time. I knew it was terrorists, I understood the loss of life, but I was so far removed from that world, so young and caught up in my own shit, that it would be another few years before I fully comprehended what that day meant to so many people. And at that point, I decided to join the Army to do my part.
My thoughts and prayers are with those who lost their lives that day, their families and friends who will forever mourn the loss, and those police, firefighters, EMT and others who worked tirelessly during rescue efforts. We all must remember this day, as well as other tragedies throughout history, and the lives forever changed by them. It's so easy to get caught up in our own little worlds, so simple to turn a blind eye to it all, but so important to not let their memories fade. We owe them that. We owe it to ourselves to remember how truly lucky we really are to be alive and free.