That’s the headline over this piece by a young woman working for the Department of Veterans Affairs here in D.C., where Lauren Bailey writes:
Part of my guilt is my own inaction at a watershed moment in our nation’s history. Everyone remembers where they were on September 11. It’s disappointing that I can vividly remember only a few things; I was sitting in my University’s student Union eating a bag of Cheetos waiting for my Tuesday morning theater class. Then the memories start to get hazy. I vaguely remember going to church. I remember crying hysterically over the loss of life. And I remember feeling exposed and scared.
Should she feel guilty for not donning a uniform? The responses to her column are just as revealing as it is. Check it out.