We Must Never Forget

On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was fixing breakfast for my children and listening to the radio. The news came on that a plane had flown into one of the twin towers in New York City. We only had a small black and white TV with an antenna on it at the time. We ran downstairs and turned it on to watch the horror unfold before our eyes, the feelings of terror, shock and despair were overwhelming. I could not believe it – how could such a terrible thing happen in such a great country? I got the kids ready for school and then spent the rest of the day watching TV and crying at the senseless death and destruction. I cried for the poor people in the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and on the plane which crashed in Pennsylvania, I cried for their families, and I cried for America. It was something I will never forget. I was and still am angry at the hatred that was directed at innocent people. I am fearful for the brave people who defend our country and freedoms. At the same time I am grateful to live in a country where we are free to live our lives in the way we desire. I am grateful to live in a place where I feel safe and I have my family around me. I am proud to be an American, God Bless the USA – we must never forget!