We Will Never Forget.

On September 11th, nineteen hijackers took control of four commercial airliners en route to San Fransisco and Los Angeles from Boston, Newark, and Washington, D.C.

8:46 a.m.:American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the World Trade Center's North Tower
9:03 a.m.: United Airlines Flight 175 which crashed into the South Tower.
9:37 a.m.: Another group of hijackers flew American Airlines Flight 77 into the Pentagon.
10:03 a.m.: A fourth flight, United Airlines Flight 93, whose ultimate target was thought to be either the United States Capitol or the White House, crashed near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

Thousands of Americans watched the terror unfold on their television screens.
Thousands of Americans were helpless.

Imagine the fear all those people went through.

I bet you can't even fathom it.

Imagine the courage it took for those people on Flight 93 to even try to take back control of their plane.

I bet you don't even know what that feels like.

Terrorists were able to get into our country, infiltrate our air ports, get on our planes, and kill our people.

2,728 innocent Americans were killed that day.
2,728 parents never saw their children again.
2,728 children never got to say, "I love you," one last time.

I remember the exact place I was when I heard about the attacks.
I was walking in my fourth grade class, I was the first one there, and my teacher was crying. She had her head in her hands and I remember seeing tears falling from her cheecks to her desk. I remember walking slowly to my desk and just sitting there, staring.
I had never seen her cry before.
She didn't even know I walked into the room until she looked up and caught my eye. She wiped her eyes and forced a smile.
The rest of the class began walking in and our teacher had at that time composed herself. I went through school the rest of the day as normal. The only different was that it seemed like no adult was smiling or talking much.
I got off the bus and was walking to my house and it started to rain. I ran inside and my mom was there in the kitchen, leaning over the table, with a glass of wine in her hand.
I remember turning to my right and watching the plane crash into the building. I remember the flames and the smoke and the camera shaking.
I turned to my mom and said, "What just happened?"
She walked over to me, put her hands on my shoulders, and said, "Dannie, someone took control of our planes and flew them into the World Trade Centers. Dannie, we've been attacked."
I turned to the television screen again, and saw the building slowly start to crumble and the flames engulf everything. In a sleep walk state, I walked over closer to the television. I didn't even know I was crying until I felt a tear drop fall on my feet.
I remember saying, "Why would anyone do this? Why?"

I cried myself to sleep in my mother's arms.

We went to war because of September 11th.
Thousands of men have died to protect our country and our lives.

I watched the Memorial Day special on PBS the other day and I started sobbing.
These stories about war veterans moved me so much.
Men have lost their limbs, their families, and their memories in order to protect us.


I write this post on May 27, 2009...no where near the anniversary.
Some of you may be wondering why?

I write this now because I truly believe we have a president who does not remember.
I believe we have a president who has forgotten.

President Obama wants to release terrorists from Guantanamo Bay.
President Obama and his team have released information to the public that the terrorists can use against us.
Vice President Biden let it slip the "secret" bunker location.

There have been so many mistakes already.
I don't like thinking about what the next four years will be like.

Our entire government needs to realize that our security needs to be tightened. It isn't just democrats in the wrong, it's republicans too.
America as a whole needs to realize this...
Otherwise whose to say that another September 11th won't happen?

I pray it doesn't.