I didn't know a single person that died that day. And yet, between my husband and brother (both veterans), my dad (a veteran and fire chief), and so many others, I feel like I may as well have. I don't take it for granted that these men are still in my life, because their professions, at one time or another, have all been dangerous. They have carried guns in war zones, and ran into burning buildings.
When my dad and I were in New York City for New Year's Eve- 1999, just 2 years before Sep 11- I sent a postcard back home to my mom and siblings. It had "New York City" scribbled in yellow across the World Trade Center towers. I never would have thought that a postcard could become obsolete like that.
We dressed Millie up in a plaid dress for the ceremony. I wore black, and Sky wore his Class As. When he mentioned wanted to go, I knew we needed to, and not just for the two of us who remember that day. Millie jumped a little as the guns went off in a salute. I want her to know that her parents took her to the courthouse that day, because things like this are how I can give her history- beautiful stories and sad stories, too. I want her to learn that heroes really do exist.
And some are right here in Chambana.
(first four photos were taken by Sky)
3 kind comments from you:
Interesting post, with lovely photos of what I'm sure must have been a very emotional occasion. Love the last photo of little Millie with her daddy.
Beautiful photos! We went to a memorial at the base chapel, but I wasn't sure if photos were allowed. :/ But I was too busy wiping away tears anyway. Millie doesn't understand now, but she will someday, and you'll have it all documented for her. :)
this made me choke up.
that's so cool how you can give her some history right there; you can say "millie, when you were a wee little bitty girl, [etc...this post]"
that's amazing.
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