Never Forget

Ten years ago.


I was in 8th grade and had just been getting ready for school when I heard my Dad in his room watching TV. He said that a plane had just crashed into one of the World Trade Centers in New York. I ran into the room and I saw the second plane crash into the other tower. That image will always be in my head.


I honestly couldn't believe that a plane had actually crashed into a building, that's stuff you only see in movies, not in real life. I just wanted to close my eyes and pretend that it didn't happen. I felt the pain that the people in New York and the people who had loved ones in those buildings, on the planes (not only the ones who hit the towers, but the other ones that crashed). I will never know how it felt to be there, but I can understand the deep despair people must have felt.


September 11 is comparable to Pearl Harbor, with the blatant attack on the United States and all the death and destruction. It just hurts my heart to think about people still suffering from aftermath of the attack. I wish we, as a country, would be how we were the months after the attack; strong and united. 


We live in a free and chosen country. Things happen for a reason, and we need to remember them so they are not repeated. We need to protect the United States and keep it alive for future generations. We need to remember and never forget the victims and the courage of those who risked their lives on September 11, 2001. God Bless America.