The morning air was cool and crisp. A golden sunrise in crystal clear skies.
Today began in the same manner as that Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001. In many ways, much too eerily. An early morning conference call to the East Coast. My daughters getting ready for school. The cats lounging about the house.
The stories of September 11, 2001 are many. It is more than “where we were” or “what we were doing” on that day. One of the most poignant observations made at the various ceremonies, this morning, was offered by Jennifer Griffin of FNC. The youngest victim that died at the Pentagon, onboard American 77, was three years old. Today, she would be 16. While it was a day when many dreams and hopes were lost, it was also a day when much strength of character was discovered.
May God bless those who died on a bright, sunny morning thirteen years ago, and at the diplomatic outpost in Benghazi, Libya two years ago. May God bless America.