Beautiful write-up. It is a fantastic idea. Tomorrow I will do the same and link to you as well.
I was getting ready for work, was having a cup of coffee in my chair in front of my TV and there it was all unfolding...
I called in to work and told them I wouldn't be coming in today, as a former Marine I had a 'sick' feeling in my gut that this country was about to go to war.
When the first plane hit, that feeling struck me because it didn't feel right at all and it made no sense. It had to be deliberate, I was thinking this is not an accident.
Then the second hit. 
I was already at work when it happened. After the second plane hit I knew it was no accident. I knew what had happened and how it was about to affect our lives at home. TJ has always been the type of kid that needs a good kick in the butt to get him going. I knew this was it. When I got home he was so pissed off that he was ranting and raving about how he was going to kick some a**! It took him another year and 1/2 to get in but he did and he fought with every bit of conviction that he felt that day!
I remember watching the brave young men and women fight to survive and helping one another and wishing I could do more than just stand there and watch. I wish some Americans would remember what that shock felt like without it having to happen again, then they would realize we can not just leave things undone. They would realize we have to continue the fight to the end. As unsavory as war is, it is at times the only way to secure our future. Without us fighting for our freedom today we will not be here to see our tomorrows.
I wasrunning behind schedule to deliver reports to a doctor's office. I remember seeing the news report at his office out of the corner of my eye. I was a bit a oblivious to the fact that it was really happening...until I got a call from my dad. He asked me if I'd seen what was going on. I turned on the TV and stood there in complete shock, trying to comprehend what all the reporters were saying as they showed those images over and over. I had family who lived in Manhattan and my thoughts quickly turned to her. It was difficult getting through the day...trying to work, wondering about my son at school, worrying about my family.
When my son got home from school, he too had every wish that he was old enough to join the military. He had wanted to for so long. Even at his age then, he wondered like I did...How could this happen? What had we done? What are we going to do?
Like others, I too am stumped today that so many people have seem to have forgotten, not only in this country, but around the world. Do they not remember that it was not only Americans brutally murdered? Why are we having to bow down to everyone else's demands. This is OUR country that was attacked and OUR sons and daughters who are making sure that we will NOT stand by quietly and let anyone do what they will to us.
My son has joined the fight and will continue with every ounce of conviction and pride for this country he has. And I will stand behind him and those he fights beside 110% because America is OUR HOME.
I was just coming downstairs when my husband, who had gotten up before me (for a change) looked up at me before I got to the bottom and said "a second plane just hit the WTC". A second? I honestly thought he was kidding as he said it looked like we were under attack. I sat in my chair, glued to the tv for the remainder of the day. Talked to my daughter on the phone, tried to calm her down, but we cried together for hours.
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