September 11th… No reminder needed.

Its been seven years now since our Nation was attacked. By whom and what for really does not matter any more. But the fact that on the morning of September 11th 2001 our Nation.. our World changed forever, and with that change came changes in all of us. For me it was the signal that I would be entering a phase of my life that took me 18 years to see. For me it meant that all the dollars, the time, the energy of preparing for war was about to become a reality.
Yes, September the 11th is a day that I saw our Nation for the first time in my life and hopefully the last get punched in the eye. We were hit and hit hard and then we hit back.
Sixteen months of my life spent in the desert, a result of the attacks of September 11th 2001.
I proudly served and have no regrets. I will never forget the way I felt that awful day in our Nation.
As we mark this day, say a prayer, pause a moment, reflect on something other than that latte grande or high power meeting you will bore yourself in. Remember what it felt like that day.

The patriotic side of me said to post this poem. Written by Johnny Cash, I am sure you have all heard it before, but it is such a telling example of the punches we have taken, the scars we bare, and the resolve we have as we look at our ragged old Flag.

That Ragged Old Flag
By Johnny Cash

I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin there.
I said, “Your court house is kinda run down,
He said, “No, it will do for our little town”.
I said “your old flag pole kinda leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hanging on it”.
He said “have a seat”, so I sat down,
He said, “is this your first visit to our little town”
I said, “I think it is”
He said “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of
“That Ragged Old Flag”
“You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it, writing
“Oh Say Can You See”
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
tugging at its seams.
It almost fell at the Alamo beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on tho.
It got cut with a sword in Chancellorsville,
Got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
“That Ragged Old Flag”
On Flanders Field in World War I,
She took a bad hit from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time that one was through,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncle Sam.
The Native Americans, The Black, Yellow and White
All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes.
And here in her own good land,
She’s been abused, burned, dishonored, denied and refused,
And the very government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she’s getting thread bare, and she’s wearing kinda thin,
But she’s in pretty good shape, for the shape she’s in.
Cause she’s been through the fire before
and she can take a whole lot more.
So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thoughtI do like to brag
Cause I’m mighty proud of
“That Ragged Old Flag”

Me too!
Have a Great Scouting Day!

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