For all the terrible things that 9/11 brought, you know what I remember most? Not the fear, not the devastation, not the overwhelming grief and anger.
I remember the feeling of unity. Of American flags being sold out everywhere, instead of toilet paper. I remember American pride and gratitude for the men and women who protect and serve our cities, our homes and businesses, our country and our way of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. When being a police officer, a firefighter and a member of our military was celebrated, revered and exalted instead of despised, hated and forgotten.
I miss that feeling. I miss when Americans were Americans first, instead of anything else.
So many have forgotten, but I promise: I have not, and will not.
To my military family: the last 20 years mean something.
To my police friends: the last 20 years mean something.
To my firefighter friends: the last 20 years mean something.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart and the depths of my soul. Your services, your sacrifices, your time, your lives – you matter to me.
I have not forgotten 9/11, I have not forgotten the days and months that followed, I have not forgotten the men and women who answered our nation’s call to fight terrorism at home and abroad.
