Saturday, September 11, 2010

never forget

On this, the ninth anniversary of the heartless terrorist attacks on the citizens of the United States of America, I'd like anyone reading this to pause and reflect on that terrible day, and all it has become in the years since it happened.

I was in eighth grade at the time.  My old junior high is located a little over half an hour away from the Shanksville crash site of Flight 93.  We didn't go outside for gym that day, and no one could figure out why we wouldn't.  Although we all had school-issued laptops, and news of the attacks trickled in so that by the time our principal explained what had happened over the loudspeaker, we all had a pretty good idea.

After that panic-stricken parents flowed in and students were removed.  Classes became counseling sessions for shell-shocked students and teachers alike, or discussions on our future and what it meant to be American.  We knew that this event was our generation's Pearl Harbor.  That day is forever cemented in my memory, and will remain a black stain on it for the rest of my life.  And yet, through the uncertainty, the fear, and the grieving, we felt a level of camaraderie, unity and hope.

Don't forget the thousands of innocent people who died on that day.  I never will.

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