Jaime and I were heading down to Martinsville for a birthday cookout at my parent’s house. Hanging down from an I-69 overpass was a banner that read: “9-11. Don’t forget. All gave some, some gave all.”
I told Jaime that I thought that it was cool. For the next twenty minutes or so, I thought about how little I consider the sacrifice of all the people that “gave all” so I could drive 50 miles for a cookout without the fear of death.
So, just in case you might, DON’T FORGET.