I thought long and hard about posting this up, mostly because it's deeply personal.  This morning I decided I would.  If you don't care, consider this your "not a tech post" warning.

9/11 did affect me, more so than others.  Years ago, while working at an oil change place and talked to an army specialist about what he did and "what it means to be American".  We talked about how my generation didn't have a huge ordeal like previous generations had and I made a comment that haunts me, even today, "I think it'll takes something big, HUGE to get my generation to wake up".  I hate the fact I was right.  I came across a site asking if the rememberance of 9/11 was forgotten by many and people have returned to their daily lives, to some capacity I agree, but the the comment I left, I realized that it wasn't a reply but more a poem of sorts, and I'm no poet. 

I haven't forgotten...
I haven't forgotten how people ignore truth ...even when its right in front of them, plain as day.
I haven't forgotten how some think life is a commodity.
I haven't forgotten how people believe a plane can't atomize when striking a well-built structure.
I haven't forgotten how my military friends WANT to go defend our freedom.
I haven't forgotten how some of them are not coming back.
I haven't forgotten how unrealistic people have become about our rights.
I haven't forgotten how to stand up for what is right.
I haven't forgotten how I felt 7 years ago.

and most importantly...
I haven't forgotten I'm still not afraid.  I am a citizen of the United States, not a subject to the world.