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This year my remembrance of September 11th, 2001 is greatly affected by the many changes in my life over the past year.

I have lived for most of this year less than two hours from New York, just over two hours from Washington, D.C., and just over three hours from where the heroic passengers of United Airlines Flight 93 won the first victory of the war on terror.

I have met people who have spent months and years overseas since the attack bringing justice to the world.

I now have friends, co-workers, and colleagues with family and loved ones serving overseas in the defense of North America.

I now have a close friend who will more than likely be going overseas in the near future to fight for my way of life.

I have been to the Pentagon.

I have been to Ground Zero:

Ground Zero

Still, the one thing that has not changed in my life in the past year is my belief that the world today is much different than the one I grew up in, and that we must act accordingly.

Though no one seems to explicitly do so, today's debate surrounding terrorism can ultimately be framed as a difference between two political philosophies: preemption vs. reaction. Before the attack, I too believed it was unreasonable for one country to strike another without an imminent threat of attack. Today, I now realize, and we have all experienced, the cost of such complacency. In the words of Sen. John McCain, "... there is no avoiding this war. We tried that, and our reluctance cost us dearly."


No shit partner. FYI, I flew out of DCA National Airport on Saturday, September 11th to San Antonio. For those of you that aren't farmiliar with DC, DCA is in the DC Metro area. From DCA you can see the Washington Monument and the top of the Capitol Building. Driving from DC to the DCA aiport you pass by the Penatgaon. I sat on the left side of the plane, so literally three minutes after take off I was flying over top of DC with a perfect view of the east side of the Pentagon (it was the west side of the Pentagon, directly infront of the Navy Annex that was hit by the plane in '01). Although everyone on the plane was playing tough, when we flew over the Penatgon I looked around and every was looking out the windows toward the Pentagon,...the plane was silent except for the roar of the engines - it was our own silent vigil. I don't see it at home in Canuckistan, but America is different. When I checked into the airport at 8am, DCA was a ghost town - it's never that way. The world may say that we are fighting the terrorists and winning, but it appears to me that world is still, very, very afraid. My flight was DC to Detroit to San Antonio. From Detroit to San Antonio I sat across from an Army Medic returning from Iraq for 2 weeks leave. He had been in Iraq for the past 5 months (he was up front for Najaf),...needless to say, he shared many stories from the war. Regardless of whether or not you support Bush, God Speed to all those faithful souls that are fighting the good fight around the globe. May God return them safely to thier families.


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