On September 12, 2001, in the wake of the 9/11 attacks, the United States collectively pledged to remember the events of the previous day. Slogans like “We will never forget” appeared across the nation. FDNY and NYPD merchandise sales soared. Now, years later, it’s crucial to reflect on that promise and its enduring significance.
We must remember the companionship that was lost, the laughter now confined to memories, and the human connections severed on that tragic day in American history. While we solemnly honor those who perished, we must also cherish the living and the incredible virtues they embody.
I want to specifically acknowledge all marines, soldiers, sailors, airmen, and coastguardsmen, especially those who transition into civilian law enforcement after their military service. Despite the tough exterior often associated with these professions, these individuals possess a deep love for humanity. Their dedication to serving and protecting others is a testament to this love. They willingly respond to those in need when others hesitate, and they confront danger when most people flee. Indeed, the law enforcement community exemplifies the greatest gift: love.
As Paul the Apostle wrote in his letter to the Corinthians, “So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” This sentiment resonates deeply within the hearts of those who serve.
Like many, I remember exactly where I was on September 11, 2001. I was a patrol lieutenant serving as watch commander on swing shift in Orange County, California. I had worked on September 10, 2001, and arrived home at 2:30 a.m. on September 11. I was awakened by the shocking news and remained glued to the television throughout the day.
A year later, Fountain Valley High School organized an assembly to commemorate the first anniversary of 9/11. I was honored when our chief offered my services to speak when the school requested a representative from the police department. Seeking to convey the significance of the event from my perspective, I composed a poem to share. It expressed what I believed then, and what I still believe today.
Of the 2,977 people who lost their lives on that day, 23 were from the New York Police Department, 37 from the Port Authority Police Department, 343 from the New York Fire Department, and 125 from the Pentagon. Countless others suffered long-term emotional and physical trauma as a result of that day, which will forever be etched in our memories. Furthermore, hundreds, if not thousands, have since died due to cancers related to toxic exposure in the aftermath and cleanup efforts. The toll has been immense!
The following poem is a tribute to the police officers and firefighters who valiantly served the citizens of New York, in both life and death, on that tragic day. It also honors the heroes from United Airlines Flight 93 who forced the plane to the ground near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, undoubtedly saving many other lives in the process. It pays homage to the brave servants at the Pentagon, to all others who perished on September 11, 2001, and to those fighting the war on terror since that time.
Freedom comes at a price! Throughout history, it has been purchased with an irreplaceable commodity: the blood of those willing to sacrifice their lives for the benefit of others. We do it because it’s at the core of our being. What an incredible virtue!
(U.S. Air Force photo by Airman Sadie Colbert)
“Incredible Virtues”
Freedom wasn’t free The price was sweat and blood Freedom wasn’t free Soldiers wounded in the mud
“Declaring Independence” We shouted to the world We sewed our stars and stripes ‘Old Glory’ was unfurled
Our nation has been growing For a couple hundred years We’ve had more highs than lows More smiles than the tears
Then evil hit our shores Twelve months ago today We chose no other option But to respond the American way
We responded with our courage With allegiance and our might We responded with our sympathy With fury and our fight
On a single dollar bill The bald eagle sits in place With the olive branch of peace And the arrows of war in case
9/11 shook our world Even on the far West Coast Note to other evildoers We’ll defend what we love most
What we love most in life Includes family and our friends Two things that they stole from us But it’s not the bitter end
We have three more they cannot have Faith, hope, and love within And since they are secure in us Liberty’s torch will never dim
—Jim McNeff