What does it mean to be an American?
Today, in class, Emma was exposed to the news footage of 9/11. We had talked about this before but she had never actually seen the destruction. I decided that it was important for her, and the others, to visualize just how many lives were lost because of hate.
As we walked through the memory field we could hear bagpipes playing in the distance. My children were reverent as they sensed the magnitude of just how many lost their lives that awful day. The flags, representing each person that died, seemed to go on forever. As we reached the last row of flags we found ourselves a few yards away from a line of soldiers with rifles ready to discharge. My children flinched as the rifles were fired into the air. Immediately following the echo of the rifles, a lone bugle played "Taps". We stood in reverence.
Emma and Eve felt something new today. I believe they will never forget how important it is to love all people, have courage to do what's right, and take pride in your country. I love America. I'll never forget how I felt that fateful day. I know also, that our nation will only be free if we, as a nation, remember our God and keep his commandments.
4 comments:
That is a reverent feeling to walk there. Your children will not forget this experience.
A day that you can't forget. It's a good thing I think they get to experience and understand it. I'm sure they felt what it's like to really feel patriotic that day. I know I always do.
Thanks for sharing. 9/11 set off a chain of events that changed my family forever. Those are beautiful pictures.
Our Flag means so much to me. We have a family of soldiers. Great,Great Grandpa, was in World War 1, Great Grandpa was in World War 2,Grandpa was in the Vietnam War and Uncle Scott was in the Iraq War. Such sacrifices of these men and their families, should never be forgotten. God Bless America.
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