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The question is always looming in my mind. What happened? Where did our men and women of honor and courage go? It may be safe to imagine the last of our truly good men were on flight 93. But I think that's a stretch.

A friend and I took a trip to DC as tourists. I convinced her to take a road trip to Shanksville, PA. Reluctantly she agreed. My friend thought it would be a hole in the ground with a memorial.

The drive was beautiful, and the traffic was unexpectedly heavier than I had thought. There were a lot of Harley bikers trekking to the same hole in the ground as us.

My curiosity was piqued, and she was undoubtedly surprised. We arrived and to describe the magnitude of what we saw renders one speechless. Quiet, emotional respect. I was fighting back one of those ugly cries someone would have caught on video and posted it.

The Flight 93 memorial is something every young person should see. Maybe they would see our heroes are not always dressed in military fatigues and lugging big guns.

The young men and women might see the hero in themselves and decide our country is worth fighting for, on and off the battlefield. That's what one would hope. I do.

Beautiful article you wrote, Jenna.

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"We can either act like children or protect them, we cannot do both."

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