I will never forget that day. I was walking the halls in high school, when an ex-girlfriend told me something about two planes crashing (from the way she told it, I thought two commerical airliners collided, tragic, yes, but not on the scale of what was really going on). Soon enough I was watching CNN's coverage in a state of awe. I ran the gambit of emotions that day, hatred, grief, sickness, I went through it all.
I'll never forget my first thoughts, which I expressed to a group of people who asked me what I thought (despite being a football player, for some reason I was Mr. Politics of our class. I didn't do debate or anything like that, but I gave far more of a damn about what was going on in Washington than anybody else in that school)
My first thought:
"This is our generation's Pearl Harbor. This will unite our country in a way that hasn't been seen in sixty years."
I was right.
I've always been proud of being an American. Unlike most in our country, I take pride in being a part of the first truly representative government. I vote for just about everything, from presidential to city council elections, with a joy and pride.
I have never been more proud of being an American than I was when I watched our nation unite and respond to that fateful day. The unity, the nationalism, the patriotism, it was the most incredible thing I've ever seen.
I remember watching football the weekend after. The first game, and Chris Gizzi leading the Packers on to the field Monday Night. I remember Paul Tagliabue sending the message of 'we will not be afraid' when he told America that we're going to play football, because that's what America needs.
I remember everyone singing "I'm proud to be an American" in unison.
Sadly, to some extent, we have forgotten. Not the date or the event, but what that date means.
I remember walking into parking lots and seeing those little car window flags on almost every car. I will roam through the tailgate lots today and not see a one.
September 11 brought out the best in all of us. Unfortunately, since then we've also had to see some of the worst in us.
It's been used as a scapegoat, and as a lightning rod for petty partisan bickering. I don't want to turn this political, so that's all I have to say about that.
I'm running short on time, I'd really like to make this longer, but I've got to go celebrate our country with it's sport, and watch us trounce UNLV.
Thank you to the men and women who have made the ultimate sacrifice for our country and our freedoms.
Never forget. Not what happened, but never forget what it MEANT. How that day made you FEEL. NEVER forget the PRIDE you felt in where you come from, and keep that pride alive every single day. Be thankful, you live in the greatest country in the world, with the freedom to watch football, say whatever you want, and pursue happiness.
I will always remember....
CyclonePackFan
I'll never forget my first thoughts, which I expressed to a group of people who asked me what I thought (despite being a football player, for some reason I was Mr. Politics of our class. I didn't do debate or anything like that, but I gave far more of a damn about what was going on in Washington than anybody else in that school)
My first thought:
"This is our generation's Pearl Harbor. This will unite our country in a way that hasn't been seen in sixty years."
I was right.
I've always been proud of being an American. Unlike most in our country, I take pride in being a part of the first truly representative government. I vote for just about everything, from presidential to city council elections, with a joy and pride.
I have never been more proud of being an American than I was when I watched our nation unite and respond to that fateful day. The unity, the nationalism, the patriotism, it was the most incredible thing I've ever seen.
I remember watching football the weekend after. The first game, and Chris Gizzi leading the Packers on to the field Monday Night. I remember Paul Tagliabue sending the message of 'we will not be afraid' when he told America that we're going to play football, because that's what America needs.
I remember everyone singing "I'm proud to be an American" in unison.
Sadly, to some extent, we have forgotten. Not the date or the event, but what that date means.
I remember walking into parking lots and seeing those little car window flags on almost every car. I will roam through the tailgate lots today and not see a one.
September 11 brought out the best in all of us. Unfortunately, since then we've also had to see some of the worst in us.
It's been used as a scapegoat, and as a lightning rod for petty partisan bickering. I don't want to turn this political, so that's all I have to say about that.
I'm running short on time, I'd really like to make this longer, but I've got to go celebrate our country with it's sport, and watch us trounce UNLV.
Thank you to the men and women who have made the ultimate sacrifice for our country and our freedoms.
Never forget. Not what happened, but never forget what it MEANT. How that day made you FEEL. NEVER forget the PRIDE you felt in where you come from, and keep that pride alive every single day. Be thankful, you live in the greatest country in the world, with the freedom to watch football, say whatever you want, and pursue happiness.
I will always remember....
CyclonePackFan


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