I will never forget
I will never forget where I was on that fateful day. I hadn't quite been married for three months. George and I were living in Louisiana at the time. I had called in sick to work that day. I got out of bed and went to the couch. When I turned on the tv, I was shocked to see that a plane had hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center.
I remember thinking that it was a horrible accident. I remember wondering what happened that the pilot flew into a obviously visible tower. It never occurred to me that this was anything but an accident. That is until the second plane hit the other tower. At that point, I was overwhelmed. With what? I don't know if I would call it fear or panic, but it was a horrible feeling. I called George, crying. He came home as soon as he could and stayed several hours with me. Sometime later that day we went to his work together. He had to go back, but I didn't want to be alone.
There was so much chaos that day. So much uncertainty. America was under attack. I was watching Fox news when they went to a reporter at the Pentagon. He was doing his report when he heard a loud noise in the background. I'm not sure it occurred to anyone for a bit that the Pentagon had been hit. It was all so shocking that we couldn't wrap our minds around it. We were America...we were invincible. Weren't we?
Even at George's work, the TV was on all day. We were all glued to it. The images of that day are forever burned into my memory. I will never forget the sight of people jumping out of the burning buildings. I will never forget the image of people running away from that huge cloud of smoke and debris that came from the fallen towers. I will never forget the looks of confusion and despair on the faces of those at the site. I will never forget the Congressmen and women that pulled together and sang God Bless America that night on the steps of the Capital building. I won't forget the strength and determination our President showed that day and in those to come. I will never forget the way this nation pulled together and supported one another. I will never forget the flags that flooded the streets, offices, and homes. I will never forget that all flags were sold out for weeks to come...they had already been purchased by fellow citizens wishing to show their support and love. I will never forget the prayer vigils we attended. I will never forget that sense of camaraderie I felt with my fellow American. We were in this together.
I will never forget.
When my children are older, I will share my memories with them of this day. I will tell them of the innocent lives that were taken. I will tell them of the brave first responders, the police and firefighters that bravely rushed into these buildings to rescue those that they could. I will tell them of how they risked their lives and that they are true American heroes. I will tell them of the amazing men and women who took down that plane in Shanksville, PA in order to save this country from another attack. I will tell them about our brave men and women in uniform who went to war to defend this nation and how many gave their lives so this wouldn't happen again. I will tell them that they have five uncles who proudly serve in the US Army and that they deserve our complete support and appreciation. I will tell them that there is evil in this world, but we have a God that we serve who's side we are on. And because we are on His side, we have nothing to fear...NOTHING. I will teach them to put their faith and trust in Him...even though things may seem dark, He is in control. I will teach them to never forget the value of a human life. I will teach them to treat others with love and respect...so that they can join with others and stand for freedom.
I will teach them to never forget.
So where were you on this day? What is your story? What will you never forget about this day?
-Tracie
I remember thinking that it was a horrible accident. I remember wondering what happened that the pilot flew into a obviously visible tower. It never occurred to me that this was anything but an accident. That is until the second plane hit the other tower. At that point, I was overwhelmed. With what? I don't know if I would call it fear or panic, but it was a horrible feeling. I called George, crying. He came home as soon as he could and stayed several hours with me. Sometime later that day we went to his work together. He had to go back, but I didn't want to be alone.
There was so much chaos that day. So much uncertainty. America was under attack. I was watching Fox news when they went to a reporter at the Pentagon. He was doing his report when he heard a loud noise in the background. I'm not sure it occurred to anyone for a bit that the Pentagon had been hit. It was all so shocking that we couldn't wrap our minds around it. We were America...we were invincible. Weren't we?
Even at George's work, the TV was on all day. We were all glued to it. The images of that day are forever burned into my memory. I will never forget the sight of people jumping out of the burning buildings. I will never forget the image of people running away from that huge cloud of smoke and debris that came from the fallen towers. I will never forget the looks of confusion and despair on the faces of those at the site. I will never forget the Congressmen and women that pulled together and sang God Bless America that night on the steps of the Capital building. I won't forget the strength and determination our President showed that day and in those to come. I will never forget the way this nation pulled together and supported one another. I will never forget the flags that flooded the streets, offices, and homes. I will never forget that all flags were sold out for weeks to come...they had already been purchased by fellow citizens wishing to show their support and love. I will never forget the prayer vigils we attended. I will never forget that sense of camaraderie I felt with my fellow American. We were in this together.
I will never forget.
When my children are older, I will share my memories with them of this day. I will tell them of the innocent lives that were taken. I will tell them of the brave first responders, the police and firefighters that bravely rushed into these buildings to rescue those that they could. I will tell them of how they risked their lives and that they are true American heroes. I will tell them of the amazing men and women who took down that plane in Shanksville, PA in order to save this country from another attack. I will tell them about our brave men and women in uniform who went to war to defend this nation and how many gave their lives so this wouldn't happen again. I will tell them that they have five uncles who proudly serve in the US Army and that they deserve our complete support and appreciation. I will tell them that there is evil in this world, but we have a God that we serve who's side we are on. And because we are on His side, we have nothing to fear...NOTHING. I will teach them to put their faith and trust in Him...even though things may seem dark, He is in control. I will teach them to never forget the value of a human life. I will teach them to treat others with love and respect...so that they can join with others and stand for freedom.
I will teach them to never forget.
So where were you on this day? What is your story? What will you never forget about this day?
-Tracie
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