I know where I was on September 11, 2001. Do you remember where you were, what you were doing?
A phone call . . . go find a TV and turn it on . . . a plane has crashed into the World Trade Center! I got there just in time to see the second plane hit. I watched in horror as the buildings came crashing down. I was stunned when the announcer said that the Pentagon had been hit and then when another plane went down in Pennsylvania. What was happening to our world? What kind of people would do such a thing?
I think I watched the news reports 24 hours a day. I couldn't turn it off.
Eight years later, we are still sending our young men and women to die on foreign soil fighting the terrorism that shook the USA. Eight years later, I still cannot fathom the hatred that would send thousands of innocent people to their death. Eight years later, I am still proud to be an American.
Thank you. Thank you to the Moms and Dads of service men and women everywhere. Thank you to their spouses, children and loved ones. Your sacrifice has not gone unnoticed or unappreciated. But most of all, thank you to everyone who serves in our armed forces -- may God bless you and keep you from harm.
