Yes, today is indeed 9-11-03. Not as mournful as last year but every bit as painful. Outside wounds may have healed but the inside ones are still there. Yesterday they began decorating the walls of the Pentagon's Corridor 4 with the donated quilts and drawings from school children. Every floor is filled with memories.

The Army G-1 ceremony started at 9:37am and ended by 9:45am. After that we feasted on sweets of every kind, lovingly made by some of the survivors. It was a quick rush to the center courtyard after that to catch the end of the Army's ceremony. I arrived too late and only heard the ending - the calling out of the names of all who we lost here.

I've meandered up and down the corridors today, seeing familiar faces and not-so-familiar, cherishing the quiet time away from my desk. I've squandered away time by chitchatting with co-workers about that fateful day and what the meaning of it was, what we learned from it all. As we came up with no answers, the chitchatting eventually stopped and we all sighed in unison. Yes...what was learned? And if we learned anything why are so many still dying for freedom? Because...it is worth dying for.

I pray for our soldiers overseas. May they come home soon, alive and well. I thank all those who have been praying for me and for my co-workers. Without those prayers we would not be living today. May God Bless all of you and keep you safe, at least for today, this day of rememberance. I will not forget. Read my story.