As part of my daily drive home I pass by the Pentagon memorial for the 9/11 attack victims.
This is always a point of reflection for me - the three arcs rising into the sky in tribute just outside our nation's capital.
While the memorial rightfully commemorates those who died that September day eighteen years ago, I also remember those I have known through the years before and after who died in service. Peacetime and war, in combat, through accidents, and unfortunately even some suicides.
And, I ask myself a question every time I drive by. "Did I earn my place today? Did my actions at work honor their sacrifices and make them proud?"
Usually I can tell myself yes, that I've done what I can to help make my country, her citizens, and the world as a whole a safer place. Some days I fall short - losing focus on the things that are important, or simply taking the easy path and being lazy at times.
But, on the whole, I use that daily ritual to remind myself of them, and to try to do them justice.
For 243 years men and women have given their lives in service to the United States of America.
All had their own reasons for service. All had their own hopes and dreams. All left someone behind who felt the void of their passing.
We can debate various bits of politics, history, or where we stand in the world today.
But, let us not debate their sacrifice. Let us all take a moment today and reflect, and strive to be worthy of the legacy they left behind.
Rest in peace, my brothers and sisters.
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