I wrote this for my Global Perspectives Class. I was limited on space and didn't want to get too personal so take it for what it is.
Sitting at The Broken Yoke in Pacific Beach for a welcome aboard breakfast. My husband had just been assigned to the Pediatric Clinic at Naval Medical Center San Diego for the remainder of his tour. I was going into work a little late so I could join him at the breakfast. When we walked in the radio was playing.
Not long after we were seated we heard the DJ announce that a plane had just crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center in New York City. Some of us laughed. It seemed absurd; who would crash into such a large building? It had to be a small plane, maybe a Cessna, and an armature pilot. We continued with the celebration. Some of the sailors were being presented with awards.
Half way through the meal, the DJ had begun to talk about what was happening in New York again. A second plane had crashed into the other tower and we now knew that they were not small, they were airliners, filled with passengers. There was a sudden sense of urgency. Most of the people at the table now knew that we were under some kind of attack. All of the sailors rushed to pay the bill and get to base. We didn't know if there would be more attacks and if there were we knew they needed to be at work and ready.
I went to work that day not knowing what the future would hold. The towers fell shortly after I got there and we all watched it on TV. Surreal. The world had changed forever and it felt as if the whole country was watching it in silence.
American flags went up on buildings across the country. Congress sang God Bless America on the steps of the capitol building. The President climbed through the rubble at Ground Zero shaking hands with rescue workers and people were being kind to each other, helping each other and saying hello more often. In the months after the attack Americans came together, we were united for the first time in my living memory.
By the time President Bush was discussing the Iraq invasion my husband had picked his next set of orders. We were planning our wedding and would be headed to Naples, Italy in the next few months. Even though we were about to make a huge change, going on a three year European adventure, my husband felt the need to volunteer to go to Iraq with the Marines. He is a field Corpsman and trained to fight with and care for Marines. I was mortified. The man I love and was marrying might be going off to fight in a war thousands of miles away. To my great relief, and his distress, his command told him the orders to Italy could not be broken, the Department of Defense held them not the Navy. Another Corpsman would have to go and we were still headed out on our European adventure.
We watched the statue of Sadam Hussen pulled down the morning we flew to Italy. And when President Bush announced that the war was over I watched from a hotel room on a small base in a farm town outside of Naples, Italy. The world seemed like a very dangerous place. I understood now that there were people out there trying to kill Americans just for being American. Osama Bin Laden was a household name and something had changed in me. For the first time since I was a Brownie Girl Scout, I felt really patriotic. A combination of living in a community of service members and becoming aware of what my country stands for on a real level had affected me tremendously.
When our tour in Italy was over and we moved back to San Diego my husband was stationed with the Marines and would be going to Iraq not long after we got home. I knew this would eventually happen if he stayed in the military. We had been lucky; in almost four years we had never been separated for more than a month at a time. I was just glad I would be home and would have the support of my family while he was away.
Like so many military members who have served in Iraq and Afghanistan my husband witnessed the death of his friend, the youngest Corpsman with his team, the severe injury of one of his Marines and countless injuries to Iraqis. He carried guilt when he could not stave off death, knowing he was there to keep his Marines safe. While still in country his behavior changed. Because he was the lead Corpsman and responsible for spotting symptoms of head injury and combat stress in those he cared for there was no one to spot those same signs in him; no one knew. We would learn almost a year later that my husband had experienced a Traumatic Brain Injury and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
My husband returned changed. I felt like we had lost our strong connection. We fought often and he became angry to the point that I was afraid of him. It seemed like the littlest things would set him off. I was sure we were headed for divorce and I could not figure out why. One night everything became clear. My husband lost it in a parking lot. He was frightened of something I could not see. He was panicking and I could not do anything about it. I was able to get him in the car and calmed down after what seemed like hours. Only minutes had passed. He promised me later that night that he would ask for help at work on Monday.
Over the next year and a half my husband was diagnosed with a brain injury, underwent brain surgery and began to work towards recovery and what the doctors call "his new normal". It was the PTSD that was more difficult. He was getting help but there is no pill or surgery to fix it. In fact there is nothing that can truly fix it. PTSD is something that he will live with for the rest of his life. It is something I will live with for the rest of my life. There is fear and anxiety. Constant vigilance eased by a service dog. He still can't sleep even five years later.
Simply put, September 11, 2001 was a turning point in my life. At the time I could not have even guessed how my reality would be changed, how my relationship with my husband would change and how his relationship with our family and friends would change. I could never have guessed the amount of strength and understanding I would need to keep us both together. The physical injury he suffered and my description of PTSD will never do justice to the amount of change we have seen in the almost ten years since the United States of America was attacked. I know that there are countless other families in countries across the globe who will continue to deal with the changes in their lives for many years to come as well. Some with little or no help at all.
In the United States, we as citizens and residents, have begun to give up rights in exchange for promises of protection. Laws, including the Patriot Act, have been enacted by congress allowing law enforcement access to record conversations, hack into email accounts and search without a warrant (www.justice.gov). We have submitted to increasingly invasive body searches and restrictions in exchange for being allowed to travel by air. Our government has attempted to wipe out terrorists in far away countries while we go on with our lives, forgetting that there are thousands of Americans fighting every day.
The people of the United States of American have changed. We have allowed our freedoms to be slowly stripped away and are increasingly passive about demanding accountability from our leaders. We are willing to accept the illusion of safety rather than making changes to actually keep us safe. Our leaders are giving up on two wars that have taken the lives of 6,117 Americans as of July 8, 2011 (www.defense.gov), and the lives of military members from Iraqi, Afghani, British, 19 other coalition countries (www.centcom.mil) and countless civilians. The world is still fighting a war that I believe is being ignored by media and in society, at least in this country.
Having lived overseas for the first three years of the Operation Iraqi Freedom gave me a unique opportunity to learn what people from countries all over the world thought of the United States and of Americans. There was a time when Americans were welcomed in countries around the world. Today our country is seen as an international bully and the people are sheep being deceived by their leaders. I met people who believed that there was no way an educated person would believe that the war in the middle east was about terror and not about oil. There were people who were sure we brought the events of September 11th upon ourselves with our penchant for getting involved where we are not wanted. Americans are now pitied for being lead into false wars by those who want to control the oil in the middle east.
Aside from the opinions of people from around the world the relationship of the government of the United States of American and the rest of the world has been changing since the events of September 11th. Our leaders have ignored the international community and taken action in sovereign countries independent of the United Nations. There has been increasing backlash in recent years from countries that have traditionally been considered allies of the United States.
The world will never be the same. We have lost a collective innocents, in the western world. We cannot go back to the time when people only hijacked planes for money and the worst thing an American would encounter on a trip to Europe was a pick pocket. There are real, quantifiable threats in the world and we now know they are out there. The question is how do we handle them, how will we find a "new normal" as a society?
