I don't really know what to say on this mournful day. Fifteen years ago I was in 7th grade and didn't even know what the World Trade Center was. I could talk about the brief moment when we as a nation and people united in our grief. I could talk about Afghanistan, Iraq, and the conspiracy theories. I could talk about the loss of our freedoms under the Patriot Act. I could talk about a lot.
But I keep thinking about the children who lost their fathers and mothers. They've grown. Some are adults. Some are teenagers. I want to see what they've done in spite of being directly hit by the worst tragedy of the century.
I want to know if we truly learned anything from 9/11, except how to write country songs.