THE DAY FREEDOM FELL-911
America remembers that day well,
The time all our hopes for freedom fell.
A heart ache, like we’ve never known,
A day our flag had been half flown.
After all these years have passed,
The memories here will last and last.
This country will never be the same,
We took a loss that’s so insane.
911 changed everyone here,
It caused us all to live in fear.
Thanks to our veteran’s terrific fight,
It makes it easier to sleep at night.
I'll Never Forget
I know exactly where I was and the thoughts going through my mind. I bet every single American has their own tales to tell of that tragic day.
It was a Tuesday morning and I had that day off from work as I had just got home late the night before from Atlantic City, N.J. A neighbor called and said I should turn on the T.V. we are being attacked. A plane had already hit the first tower and as I watched this horror I saw live the next plane fly into the other tower. Dear God, help us, I thought, I'm so glad I'm home. When they said a plane crashed in a Pennsylvania field, I actually went out side to see if I could see anything as they didn't say where in Pennsylvania. And when I saw the pentagon on the screen, panic really hit me even though I was no where near any of the attacks.
When they grounded all the planes that was an all time panic attack. I went to my brother's house that next night for his birthday celebration and bonfire along with a few other neighbors. As it got dark that was the strangest star filled night I have ever seen and only one I ever saw without a plane in sight.
I have never prayed so much for the people involved. I continue to pray for all the victims of 911 and all the fire fighters, law officers, and military. We owe them more than what a simple thanks will do.
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