Our Generation

Our Generation

We grew up very easy,

  No depression to overcome.

We were always given a choice,

  On who and want we wanted to become.

Nintendo and Sega,

  Were technologies we were first to see.

We grew up with remote controls, VCR’s,

  And of course our MTV.

The only things we had seen of war,

  Were movies they showed on the screen.

Then we say the patriots during Desert Storm,

  That they covered on TV.

We might not have seen a lot,

  But we have been told all of the stories.

We were taught about it in History class,

  And told take our hats off for “Old Glory.”

Our grandfathers were in World War II,

  Where so many gave their lives.

Then our Fathers were sent to Vietnam,

  Where some paid the ultimate price.

These men fought for our country,

  And gave us the freedom we have come to know.

So we never thought our government would say,


But everything we knew has changed,

  Because someone had a plan.

To terrorize this country,

  And attack us on our own land.

The plan they came up with,

  To destroy this great nation.

Was carried out by killing innocent people,

  Without a seconds hesitation.

We must now ask our generation,


Is it still just about remote controls and MTV,

  Or is it freedom, liberty, and red, white and blue.

Without a seconds hesitation,

  I believe the remotes will hit the floor.

And our generation,

  Will go defend this lovely country once more.

We will do it for our children,

  That have yet to start school.

Fighting to give them a chance,

  At a life we’ve thought to be so cool.

And we will do it for our grandchildren,

  Not yet to walk this land.

We will do it for all Veterans,

  And like them victorious we will stand.


                 Jarrod Vaught


The poem above was written by a co-worker’s husband. She sends out an email every year on September 11th. I believe it fits (most) our generation perfectly, and it hits home with me.

I have never been to New York and I never saw the world trade centers in person. Waking up that day in 2001 I didn’t even know what the world trade centers were or that we had such a thing. I am not a direct victim and I don’t personally know anyone injured or killed there. I feel like every american is a victim.

My innocence was taken away that day. I didn’t know that there was anyone that had such hatred for Americans. I guess I can describe it as being forced out of my little bubble — I liked that bubble. Before that day I thought evil was the “mean girls” at school.

I was a senior in high school and in ceramics class when I found out that there had been a terrorist attack. We were all working on our individual pots when another teacher came in and whispered in my teachers ear. I remember her eyes getting so big. She told us to keep working our stuff and that she was going to get a TV and would be right back. By the time we all found out the second plane had already hit and everyone already suspected it was an attack. We stayed in school all day and pretty much watched the news all day. I left school and drove straight to work that day and the radio didn’t play one song just kept talking about what was happening.

I remember feeling scared and helpless but it was so much to process I didn’t really know why I was scared. I don’t think I really understood what was happening because like I said before I didn’t know that people didn’t like us. I was always told that no matter your race, nationality, or religion we were all created equal in Gods eyes. I thought that everyone knew that….

That night I watched President Bush’s national address. I think it was the first one I had ever watched. I was terrified watching the Presidents address but it also made me feel proud. Proud to be an American, born in a nation that doesn’t terrorize another nation just because they have different beliefs. I was still terrified that something like that could even happen but the Bush’s presidential address made me feel like we were not helpless and we would get justice.

Now I am 10 years older and proudly married to a member of the USAF. Of course my feelings have changed. On one hand, I still feel extremely proud to be and American. On the other, that helplessness has creeped back in. I feel like we will always be fighting terrorism. National security is always on my mind because if something happens, my love will have to leave me again.

I will never forget the images from that day, the innocent people who lost their lives, or the brave individuals who ran in the buildings when everyone just wanted to get out. I will never remember the members of flight 93 who made the courageous decision to take the plane down before it could get to the white house.

I will always remember…