Today is a day to remember the ones who lost their lives during the attacks on 9/11 - this day is reserved to honor them, their families and the service men in and out of uniform that have served as a direct result of this solemn day.
Below is a picture of myself and a Afghan interpreter on a hillside in the Shuryak Valley in Northern Afghanistan. I chose this picture because I remember KT's stories vividly: he was a child when the soviets occupied Afghanistan, his mother and sister were raped by Soviet guardsmen and his father was killed in battle, fighting alongside the Mujaheddin - Freedom Fighters. He grew up w/no family and took on English as a second language with the hopes of restoring the peace back to his country. Instead of signing up for the Afghan National Army he said he wanted to work with the US - to contribute towards the slow destruction of Taliban forces in the area. He and I would share stories of patriotism and laugh when the Taliban would play their fight music over the 2-way radio he monitored for enemy traffic. He is the counterpart to our men and women that want the US to be a peaceful and safe place to be. I remember the fallen and hope you do too.