I can't believe it has been SEVEN years, the memory is still so fresh in my mind. It has been SEVEN years of war ever since. No matter what, it is sad. Sad that lives were lost and lives are continuing to be lost in the aftermath.
I remember driving into work. I worked at a trucking company at a steel plant. As I was pulling into work, Mancow was on the radio and he was talking about a plane that hit one of the twin towers.
"What a horrible accident" he was saying and then it came, the second plane. The terror in their voices that played over my radio sent shock waves through me. This was no accident and oh my God, what does this mean? What is going on?
I still get teary eyed thinking about it today.
Buggy was about to turn one, I was scared. What had I just brought my child into? Would this be our world now? A world where attacks of this nature would be common?
My office watched the tv dumbfounded. Reports after reports, horrifying images, all true, all happening. All so much to wrap my mind around.
I cried. I cried most of that day, the shock, the anger, the devastation. It is still so unbelievably surreal.
To those that lost their lives, their family members and to all the families of our troops, my thoughts are with you not just on this day of remembrance, but everyday.
So where were you when the attacks happen?
