9th Anniversary of 9/11 from LT Bobby Ross

It's been 9 years. On that dreadful morning, I was awakened by a phone call from one of my Nashville music producers. I was sound asleep in my bed in my condominium on Music Row. The voice on the other end told me I had better turn on my TV. I did. The first jet had crashed into the Twin Towers and the smoke was billowing. Shortly after that, I was picked up by some others of my Music City family and whisked away to another music producer's house where he and his wife and kids, and friends, for the rest of the day took care of me. They all knew, because of my 'condition' being a wounded warrior from the Vietnam Conflict that this was going to be hard on me. It was. One of the worst days of my life.

Here I am, 9 years later, sitting in my office in Sacramento, where I was born, writing this BLOG entry. I have not done so since last Spring. I have been unable to put into words my exact thoughts, so I've let the other writers on my www.centurionus.com web site carry the ball. This morning, I decided to post this entry.

In November, we are going to have a mid-term election. I think it could be the most important election of my lifetime. Why? Because it will pivot us, as a nation, to the Left, or the Right. We are in deep trouble. I don't think anyone reading this would doubt that. And, without me being specific, our country has reached a critical point in its history as a free Republic. We are up against many problems. Two wars, a Depression, drug dealing cartels on our Southern border, a once beautiful Gulf now polluted so badly it may never recover, the housing market in collapse, jobs scarce to none, our dollar weakening by the minute, our kids turning to gangs in high school rather than college, our teachers and police officers being laid off because of budget cuts, whole States going bankrupt, our Veterans in record numbers killing themselves, taxes totally in ascendancy, politicians so corrupt they are blatant, and on and on and on.

What is the bright side? Not too many willing to take that one on. But, I will. I have my garden. I have my birds and cats, and my organic seed farm, and I have peace of mind. As an individual, I have a great love for America. And, as a born optimist, I make it a habit of wasting my time on the positive instead of the dismissive. I care. I participate. I vote. Millions upon millions of we 'good Americans' do. Many lean to the Left. And scores of others tilt to the Right. Multitudes have left the Democrats and Republicans to be Independents. And most don't even participate. We, the few, the very few, do. And, as such, we carry the nation.

Sometimes one individual can only detect frustration by his or her actions of engaging in American politics. So many who don't vote say they are cowards and plebeian because their vote has no value. Others of the Laodicean cabal don't even go that far. These are the 'freeloaders'. In America, they actually have no real utility. Even the cockroach and mosquito can say they have more value than this. So, that vexation one often times feels by actually tossing some mud is normal. But, do not ever believe that mud does not stick.

I have climbed to the top of my Manure Pile for decades, and from its summit, I have yowled my heartaches and trepidation for decades. I earned that right in battle. But, more so, I was born with that inalienable rectitude. And anyone who thinks their voice is not important in our American Democracy is flawed.

Recently, on my birthday last Saturday, there were some speeches given in my City by the Bay, San Francisco, by some men who are running for office this coming November. I don't say I am responsible for this gathering. But, I am partially culpable. And I am just one voice. But, when you take my one utterance and hear many more singing the same song, that's what you call harmony. And, in our Republic, and as a result of our Democracy, this mellifluousness can change the universe. The People's Voice. In America, that changes things. And it all begins with that one mere individual utterance.

So, I will end this by saying I am happy today in my garden. I do remember the pain of 9/11. But, it is better for me to still be growing my flowers and vegetables of hope than to plow under my plat with hatred and impassivity. I encourage you to go to this web site and listen to the speeches of these 3 men. Actually, every word they speak is from my heart, as if it was me speaking. So it is my duty to spread these words for those of us, like all lost in 9/11, who are fluttering with the ghosts who gave all for our freedom.

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LT Bobby Ross