Most people remember where they were and what they were doing. This was the worst terrorist act in America. The scene was hard to watch, with people jumping off buildings. I didn’t know the buildings would fall, wasn’t thinking that day. I was rushing out the door to catch a plane to Russia. The airport shut down right as I arrived.
I watched the footage every day and keep a journal of my thoughts. The first thing I wrote was “This is World War III”. I talked with my gramps about my thoughts and tried to pull his thoughts out but Soldiers who’ve seen battle don’t want to talk about the brutal memories.
The country rallied together to help like I’ve never seen. My only complaint is the Soldiers that came back from Afagastan didn’t get the parades.
This day still leaves a hole in my heart, thinking about all the death and firefighters who have become ill from working the fire.
Sending Peace and Love.