I was standing in my parents' living room when our neighbor called to tell us to turn on the news. I saw the first tower smoking and the second plane hit the second tower. I felt terrified when the pentagon was hit. I felt pride, saddness and fear all rolled into one when the passengers of the plane fought back and crashed in PA.
I remember 9/12. It was so eerie, so strange. I remember not seeing any jets, planes or helicopters in the sky. There were none of those white streaks that jets leave behind in the blue sky.
I remember hating that my brother's honeymoon was interrupted as he was sent to serve at ground zero.
I remember the Patriotism that rose up. I remember how quickly it seemed to fade.
I remember 9/11