Never forget

Today is the 11th anniversary of 9/11. This day 11 years ago changed what it meant to be a military family. Deployments became a normal thing. I was in Italy, Wade was training in Germany. We couldn't talk, the wives that were left home had no idea when we would see our husbands again. We didn't know if they were going to deploy right away or later. We were told to stay home as much as we could and not to make ourselves known in public. It was a scary time to be overseas and alone. However, the world made it known how they felt about this-it wouldn't be taken lightly. I was leaving my house one morning and an Italian lady stopped me and hugged me. Between her broken English and my broken Italian, she told me she had visited New York when she was younger and fell in love with America. She said she was praying for me and my husband and all the American soldiers. I will forever remember this older lady and how she helped me that day. I felt so alone in a foreign country, I felt defenseless with my soldier gone and I felt as though everyone was against me as an American. But she showed me that others cared. The next few days I saw American flags being flown from so many different places. It was a beautiful site that I won't forget. We have lost so many from 9/11 and the war but I want to thank those who were heroes that day and who have been every day since. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.