It amazes me to see the things that people have written on here...this isn't for leaving your political views it's to remember those who lost their lives that day.
I was in 8th grade in my biology class goofy around and doing what kids do. The teacher turned on the news and we all saw what was happening. I remember wondering what the Twin Towers were and that I was glad no one I knew was on any of those planes. We spent the rest of the school day in class watching the news.
When I got home my mother was crying and I just assumed she and my father had got in another argument. Then my mom and dad asked me and my sister to sit down on the couch, they had something to tell us. I thought they were going to say they were getting a divorce, but instead they told us my aunt, my father's sister, was on the plane that hit the pentagon. My mother and my sisters and I sobbed as my father continued to tell us he'd be leaving for North Carolina to take care of everything for my grandma and grandpa. He was gone for 3 months. It took 2 1/2 months to bury her. That was the hardest time of my life. I pray that the people who are responsible for 9/11 burn in hell. And I pray that the families like mine can one day find peice...I still haven't...the pain is still there and still feels so fresh. God Bless America and our troops who fight for our freedom and to keep us safe!
I was in 8th grade in my biology class goofy around and doing what kids do. The teacher turned on the news and we all saw what was happening. I remember wondering what the Twin Towers were and that I was glad no one I knew was on any of those planes. We spent the rest of the school day in class watching the news.
When I got home my mother was crying and I just assumed she and my father had got in another argument. Then my mom and dad asked me and my sister to sit down on the couch, they had something to tell us. I thought they were going to say they were getting a divorce, but instead they told us my aunt, my father's sister, was on the plane that hit the pentagon. My mother and my sisters and I sobbed as my father continued to tell us he'd be leaving for North Carolina to take care of everything for my grandma and grandpa. He was gone for 3 months. It took 2 1/2 months to bury her. That was the hardest time of my life. I pray that the people who are responsible for 9/11 burn in hell. And I pray that the families like mine can one day find peice...I still haven't...the pain is still there and still feels so fresh. God Bless America and our troops who fight for our freedom and to keep us safe!