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I was 6 when my dad came back from work when the sun was still shining one fall day. I remember trying to be the center of attention but my dad ignored me and watched the TV for hours. I knew something was wrong but it wasn't until years later I realized that the only America I really, fully understood and know was the post 9/11 America. The America that proved just how much we all cared for one another and stick together when tragedy strikes America.
Today I cried when Proud to Be an American came on the radio because I will never forget. I will never forget those people on the plane, losing their lives simply because the terrorists chose their plane. I cried for their families and them never getting to say a proper goodbye. I cried because I will never forget, and no American should.
Very nice Sarah-Anne. Well said. We should always remember and never forget. Freedom is never free and never will be, however it will always be worth the fight!
ReplyDeleteI pray that your generation does not have their own "9/11" although that is probably not the reality of the world we live in. At least not without God's intervention.