I’ve been present at two war zones in my life time. The first November 67 to May 69, as a young medic in the 5th Special Forces in Viet Nam. The second on 9/11 while working as an IT consultant on the 57th floor of the North Tower WTC, for the Mayor’s Office City of New York. First thing I do now when I go into a office building is look up and wonder what lies just above the ceiling tiles and think how heavy is it? I got out onto and cross over Church Street 6 minutes before it came down. I spent the next 23 hours on scene working once again as a combat medic.
I’m all for a day of remembrance as long as it remains un-official. I don’t want it to become like so many official holidays in America. The meaning lost the date changed year by year to ensure it fails on a Friday or Monday. In 2010, June 6th, “D” Day, A day that cost the lives of ten thousand Americans was not even mentioned on Broadcast News.