Ten years ago, I was on the bus on my way to school, ready for another day of show-and-tell. At around 9am, kids started getting called up to the office for dismissal. We were in 1st grade, so we were ecstatic about going home early. Those few of us who didn’t leave had a free day.
When I got home, I remember sitting around the TV with my family, watching different videos of the same thing: planes hitting the World Trade Center. My age prevented me from realizing how monumental that day would be. My dad came home crying that day. He was working across the Hudson River, in perfect view of the towers. “The most horrifying thing I have ever seen, and the worst sound I have ever heard.” My dad doesn’t cry.
Now, ten years later, we still feel it. Some of us feel it more and more each year. Some still feel the fear. Some, the hate. The unity of our country. The love for one another. The grief.
Now, this day is for the heroes. The men, women, and children who died in the collapse of the buildings or the plane crashes. This day is for the NYFD and the NYPD, the country’s finest. This day is for all who witnessed it and who will never forget. This day is not just for Americans, but for the world. It is a day that will go down in history as the “day that changed the world”.
And that’s how it should be remembered.
“Good men must die, but death can not kill their names.”
You are gone, but never forgotten.
R.I.P those who lost their lives, and those still fighting to protect ours.
You are our heroes.
We love you <3
When I got home, I remember sitting around the TV with my family, watching different videos of the same thing: planes hitting the World Trade Center. My age prevented me from realizing how monumental that day would be. My dad came home crying that day. He was working across the Hudson River, in perfect view of the towers. “The most horrifying thing I have ever seen, and the worst sound I have ever heard.” My dad doesn’t cry.
Now, ten years later, we still feel it. Some of us feel it more and more each year. Some still feel the fear. Some, the hate. The unity of our country. The love for one another. The grief.
Now, this day is for the heroes. The men, women, and children who died in the collapse of the buildings or the plane crashes. This day is for the NYFD and the NYPD, the country’s finest. This day is for all who witnessed it and who will never forget. This day is not just for Americans, but for the world. It is a day that will go down in history as the “day that changed the world”.
And that’s how it should be remembered.
“Good men must die, but death can not kill their names.”
You are gone, but never forgotten.
R.I.P those who lost their lives, and those still fighting to protect ours.
You are our heroes.
We love you <3
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