Thursday, September 11 2014 @ 09:23 am PDT
Contributed by: WatchCat
13 years. It doesn't seem possible that so much time has passed, except that most of us are becoming "former" to whatever we were back then. Yet the fight continues. In 13 more years, will it be our children doing the fighting?
Will they see that diplomacy and hatred and warfare all have limits?
Will they learn from the Greatest Generation and go all-in to stop the evils of terrorism and the devaluation of human life, a devaluation that is not limited to the Middle East?
For those of us who were adults on 9/11/01, our role is changing. I think we're feeling our age this year. We're becoming the teachers, the foundations for those who will carry on this fight. A lot of moms talk about how they still see their sons as little boys when they go off to war. I look at my little boy and see the man he will become. I have my work cut out for me in directing his iron will, but he's fearless. He loves a challenge. He barely notices pain. And he tries to make everyone his friend. He amazes and scares me because he has so much potential.
Thirteen years is nothing in the Middle East. Neither is sixteen years.
So let's get smart about finishing this fight. Our memories should fuel us to new strategies and greater self-denial. We want our kids to be ready to serve, but maybe, just maybe, it will be less necessary.