A repost from 2009, it still expresses how I feel:
My goal is not to offend, although I might.
I may be one of the few, if not only, firemen in America to hate what this day has become.
September and October of 2001, people looked to firefighters as
hero's, all of them from the rookie firefighter in Arizona, to the
grizzled veteran in New York.
Already they were glancing over
the NYPD and Port Authority, as well as NY EMS, and the heroic
contributions they made. And many would never recognize the folks who
fought back on flight 93.
Now, what those folks did was truly
heroic, don't get me wrong. The folks who were there, were and are
hero's. But how does that translate to the firefighter in Texas? Why
would you look at me as a hero, based on what someone did in New York?
now, there has been a cry out for a "firefighter day". This has
largely been pushed, as I understand it, by firefighters and their
associated groups. All of this has morphed in Patriots day.
is the recognition of the horror that thousands of innocent citizens
were put through? Where is the outrage and cries of vengeance against
those who caused this?
Why are we honoring police, fire, and
military for doing their job? That's right, I said it. It was their
job. If I die tomorrow while on duty at an emergency, it may be heroic
or maybe not, it may be an accident, or it may be because someone else
decided to kill folks. But you know what? When I signed up I knew the
job was dangerous. I'll never expect a day to be named for me, or to
Make no mistake, the men and women who died while trying to save others were hero's to me. But it was there job to be hero's.
instead of recognizing people for doing what was expected, I'm going to
spend some time thinking about the folks who were murdered. I'm going
to think of the sons and daughters who will never be there to celebrate
fathers day or mothers day again. I'm going to think about the newly
weds who will never have the chance to raise children, and the children
who will never get to know their parents. I'll think about the children
who died, who might have grown up to be a president, or a business
owner, or who might have cured cancer, or invented the car that gets
100miles per gallon.
Today, I'll think about the people who died
only because they were Americans. And I'll think about the immigrants
who died because they were with and wanted to be Americans.
last, I will think about those who caused this. I will think of their
hatred and intolerance. I will pity their small selfish ideologies.
And I will look forward to the day when vengeance is visited on them.