Difficult emotions

I know a post this late is odd, but I am just sitting here, watching the memorials and tributes to those who lost their lives one month ago today, and I find it hard to express the sadness and outrage that have welled up within me. The playing of Taps on the bugle has always sent a chill up my spine, as it signifies a lost life, a missing man for those of the military family, but this time the loss was greater then any other time it was played. I wish I could have both been there as the bugler, and be there for the bugler, as he must have been of mixed heart in his duty.

The honor of playing a tribute for all the great people, the future Nobel prize winners, the inventions and progress those people would have brought, and the loss to humanity that came with the attacks on the heartland of the world. The thoughts of those he was playing for would have been to much for me to bear personally, so for that he has my ultimate respect. The thousands who still remain, the few brought out, though not alive, is a shocking and disheartening number. My prayers go out to the lost and their friends and family. Your loss has given us all a renewed sense of community, both in North America and around the world.