Today is September 11, which for all Americans I am sure is still burned into their memories. Many folks say that you can remember where you were when you have some major or horrific event. I know I sure can. I was sitting in my 5th grade classroom in metro Atlanta, far away from Washington D.C. and even further from New York. I was second desk from the far left of the room, front row. We were all working on our daily vocabulary page when the teacher from across the hall came running into the classroom screaming, “Turn on the TV!!!” In awe, we looked on as the towers burned, then fell. Eventually, shots of a burning Pentagon began streaming in. Somehow, even in young age, we knew that something happened that was likely to change everyone’s lives. Seven years later, I still remember.
Seven years ago, Islamic terrorist killed over 3,000 innocent Americans — fathers, sons, daughters, mothers, relatives, and friends. They burned, jumped, or were crushed to their deaths in a hell on earth. To this day, it is still hard to imagine how evil some people can be.
I can say that I will never forget, and I pray that God will protect this nation and our military fighting to protect us from another 9/11, and ease the pain of those who lost loved ones on that horrible day.
On a rather coincidental side note, two F-18s just flew over my house on practice runs as I finished this blog post. Three cheers for the military! 🙂