There is a lot an American can say when they hear “9/11.” I could write for ages about it, but today is a day to remember. It’s difficult for me to relive–let alone imagine–what I did on September 11. I just remember sitting in French class watching the television, not fully aware of the implications this momentous event would have on American diplomacy and mindsets of people around the world. When 9/11 movies started to come out, I always thought, “It’s too soon. It’s too soon.” But it’s been five years, and I still think it happened yesterday.
“September 11.” This government buzzword has been used so much that it on any other day but September 11, the word can become meaningless. But at the same time, it has also been misused greatly by the government to incite feelings of injustice and contempt (Pavlov’s dog, anyone?); another reason to keep fighting, every day, even if we no longer know what we’re fighting for. When I took time to really remember what “September 11″ means, I still cannot believe what happened, much less believe what ensued and continues to this day. I now understand how some people can become numb to the idea of war as a daily occurrence. But on this day, we remember. And we feel.