The news hits you from every angle. It's redundant and over the top and everywhere in your face. People are sick of hearing about it already. LET IT GO.
Ya know what... NO!
I wrote a little blurb on my Facebook page about where I was, what I remember about September 11th, 2001.
Every generation seems to have it's own "Always Remember, Never Forget." This is ours.
We need to remember. We need to stay angry and we NEED to remember that some weasely bastard snuck through a hole in the security of our amazing country and did the unthinkable.
My husband and I were newlyweds. We just got married a few months earlier. My dad was sick and living with us. We were starting fresh in our life. I moved out of my condo. We were living in an apartment upstairs from a business, across from the NYC park and ride & a biker bar, while we were waiting for our home to be built.
That morning, my husband kissed me goodbye. I tended to my dad and made sure he would be comfortable for the day. I got my son ready and on the bus & went to work.
Just like every other day.
I got to work early, but felt a bit rushed since traffic was horrendous. It was 8:27 on the nose. I got my coffee and began to get my desk in order for the day's work.
Shortly after I'd settled in, Gene, the mail guy, stopped at my desk. He was early for mail that day. He looked - concerned. "Did you hear that a plane just crashed into one of the towers at the World Trade Center?"
I didn't immediately think terrorist attack. I though - WOW - that sucks and started looking for the news stories online.
What seemed like seconds later, one of my co-workers emerged from her office - in tears. "Another plane just hit the second tower."
My mind immediately reflected back to February 26, 1993, the day a truck bomb was detonated below the North Tower a.k.a. Tower #1 of the World Trade Center.
I remember that a woman I knew was on the 67th floor Sky Lobby when the bomb blew, and had to walk the stairs all the way down.
I was 8 months pregnant with my son at the time. I was terrified. Thankful that the building still stood & praying for the lives of those making their way out. That was 1993.
This day, it became very clear that America was once again under attack.
This time, the North Tower, Tower #1 wasn't spared, but now a blazing inferno with the lives of thousands of Americans trapped inside.
As the radio got louder in the office - all movement stopped. Many of us sobbed at our desks or hugged each other as we'd gotten news that a friend, or loved one was able to get out alive.
It's a day that I won't forget. Ever.
This is our generation's "Pearl Harbor," for lack of a better example. The day to remember that some weasely bastards got by and disrespected this great country of ours. A day to remember that even if you don't agree with the war - you NEED to support our troops. THEY are defending this wonderful and amazing country of ours.
They are the ones working day and night so that we can sleep peacefully.
So yes - I will ALWAYS REMEMBER.
Thank you for reading!!
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