I called my mom to see her thoughts on the matter. As we sat in the living room watching the T.V., not more than 3 minutes of us watching, a plane hit the second building. I saw it. I watched a plane crash into a the building. I knew right then and there that we were under attack. I looked at my palm and realized this was a name I would never forget on this day.
Ten years have now passed. Ten years of wars. I'm not going to write about my thoughts and opinion on these wars. Rather, since the attack, we have, as a country become closer. I watched a documentary, 7 days in September that expresses how this shaped us. I am always amazed to see how united we come to help a mass of people who are suffering. When forced to do good things, we can do great things.
I mourn for those who have lost someone in the past ten years, either on 9/11 or in the wars. On the 5th anniversary I was a junior and created an essay on the attack. I read about the people. The firemen, the civilians, the victims of hatred and I understood then that it was not just two buildings that fell and a side of the pentagon. It was lives that were lost. A mother, a father, a sister, a cousin, a brother, a friend, each one of these people that died meant something to someone. I cannot forget the human side this attack had on all those affected.
I know this is something small to remember the 9/11 attack, but even after ten years, I remember the detail of that day so clearly. But how long will we as a country? I hope that that we continue to educate kids, who were babies on 9/11/2001 and tell them what is still affecting all of us now and will continue for many years to come.
