So today is the day. Eight years ago, the worst attack on US soil since Pearl Harbor. It’s no secret it changed my life, and that of my husband and kids. It spurred him to enlist in the Army. That change has been both good and difficult, but I’m still so proud of him for doing something he believed in.

Today, on the 8th anniversary of 9/11, he is in Afghanistan fighting against the same extremists that attacked our country, one of those sites (Shanksville) only an hour from where we lived. And here at home, we have to fight against those that would degrade the mission he is on, who protest not only the war in Iraq, but the one in Afghanistan, where these brutal attacks originated. Have they forgotten?

Today is why our soldiers are fighting over there. Today, as every day, I’m again reminded what a brave man I married. Even though I miss him so much it physically hurts at times, I support what he’s doing, and what his friends are doing. Our country is a safer place, because of those willing to take the fight to the enemy. Because of their willingness (and that of their families)to sacrifice to keep the fight away from our shores.

When I am having a hard time accepting him being gone, and it happens, All I have to do is remember.