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September 11, 2008

Seven Year Itch

It took me roughly ten hours today before I realized what the date was. It feels as though the farther away from the event, the less we think about it.

I’d like to voice my hatred of the war we’re in. I’d like to voice my lack of faith this war has anything to do with this date. But I’d rather not.

Instead I’d rather think about the families of the victims, and how much they still must struggle with this date. We all remember where we were on that date, but I think most of us view it through a curious lens. The victims’ families view the date through a lens of pain and unease.

They’re still dealing with the horrific events. I guess we are too, as a nation. I’d go as far as saying every single dilemma our country faces has a direct relationship with that date. Whether we like it or not, we were shook from our beds - from a very nice nap - and into a reality we’re still not believing.

Contagious national debt. A deflated housing economy. An un-winnable war. An ever-harsher line drawn between political parties.

Bin Laden didn’t win. We haven’t won. There is nothing to win. A man with a sharp hatred of our country attacked. A country with unfortunate ulterior motives attacked a different country in vengeance. That doesn’t make much sense.

I want to catch this man as much as you do. Yet the country where we can have the greatest chance in catching him is an afterthought. Afghanistan seemed like the correct move. Now we’ve forgotten we’re even there.

Those events on that date changed everything. How this country reacts and adjusts to those events has shown its true colors. I just don’t know what those colors are.

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