I remember...

Kayla's post inspired me to post as well, because I too believe that so many people have forgotten why it is we're in a war, choosing to blame it on President Bush's bad decisions. Which I'm sure are true, to an extent. But even I admit that the choices made 6 years ago to respond to such violence with violence were quite possibly the only actions to take. But now, the point behind the war has almost vanished into nothingness, and now I too find it incredibly hard to support it. As Kayla said, I'm an anti-violent person, and it pains me to see conflict of any kind. I understand why we're there, and I support our troops one hundred percent. I just believe there are better ways to resolve things than to fight it out. I couldn't have said it any better. But it's not in my power or even my place to be able to change those things. All I can do is remember.

Ironically, when I woke up this morning and looked at the clock, it was 9:11 am. My mind's been alert of the date since I woke up, something odd for me, because I rarely know what day or date it is. And there's never a time that I don't look at a clock when it's 9:11 am or pm and not think back to that day.

I didn't learn what had happened until around 8:10 that morning when I got to the band room. When I walked in, I wondered why the TV was on, and curious, I sat down to watch. And I remember, we didn't practice any songs, I don't think we even played any music. We watched. My next few classes were abuzz with what had happened, and what still was, although some semblance of a normal day was kept. I don't really remember lunch, but I'm sure the TV's were on. But what sticks the most in my mind is Mrs. Sutton's class, which went by much like band did, eyes glued to the television. I remember watching the 5th and 6th building of WTC fall down, wondering how something so...massive happened. And seeing the smoke on the victims and watching the firemen search and rescue. And then the news about the plane going down and the Pentagon as well. I remember watching Mrs. Sutton's face of disbelief and slowly tears forming on her face, and I remember listening to Zack Young's impassioned declaration that America would fight back. Which, of course, we did.

I remember buying the button that said something about "remember 9/11" a few weeks afterward. It was $5, I believe and I wore it on my backback for the better part of 2 years. It still hangs in my room.

And I remember our senior trip to New York, seeing ground zero, seeing that one piece of building frame shaped in a cross, the huge whole in the ground where towers 1 and 2 stood, and still the damage on the buildings around them, and the overpowering sense of...raw emotions left hanging there almost 4 years before, and it was hard not to cry knowing the struggles that had happened very near where I was standing.

Like the 2 generations before us who can remember Pearl Harbor, our generation will always remember 9/11. But I hope that how united our country became after it is not lost in all the ways we are no longer united, and that the people who died trying to save others aren't ever forgotten.

I remember...

Kayla's post inspired me to post as well, because I too believe that so many people have forgotten why it is we're in a war, choosing to blame it on President Bush's bad decisions. Which I'm sure are true, to an extent. But even I admit that the choices made 6 years ago to respond to such violence with violence were quite possibly the only actions to take. But now, the point behind the war has almost vanished into nothingness, and now I too find it incredibly hard to support it. As Kayla said, I'm an anti-violent person, and it pains me to see conflict of any kind. I understand why we're there, and I support our troops one hundred percent. I just believe there are better ways to resolve things than to fight it out. I couldn't have said it any better. But it's not in my power or even my place to be able to change those things. All I can do is remember.

Ironically, when I woke up this morning and looked at the clock, it was 9:11 am. My mind's been alert of the date since I woke up, something odd for me, because I rarely know what day or date it is. And there's never a time that I don't look at a clock when it's 9:11 am or pm and not think back to that day.

I didn't learn what had happened until around 8:10 that morning when I got to the band room. When I walked in, I wondered why the TV was on, and curious, I sat down to watch. And I remember, we didn't practice any songs, I don't think we even played any music. We watched. My next few classes were abuzz with what had happened, and what still was, although some semblance of a normal day was kept. I don't really remember lunch, but I'm sure the TV's were on. But what sticks the most in my mind is Mrs. Sutton's class, which went by much like band did, eyes glued to the television. I remember watching the 5th and 6th building of WTC fall down, wondering how something so...massive happened. And seeing the smoke on the victims and watching the firemen search and rescue. And then the news about the plane going down and the Pentagon as well. I remember watching Mrs. Sutton's face of disbelief and slowly tears forming on her face, and I remember listening to Zack Young's impassioned declaration that America would fight back. Which, of course, we did.

I remember buying the button that said something about "remember 9/11" a few weeks afterward. It was $5, I believe and I wore it on my backback for the better part of 2 years. It still hangs in my room.

And I remember our senior trip to New York, seeing ground zero, seeing that one piece of building frame shaped in a cross, the huge whole in the ground where towers 1 and 2 stood, and still the damage on the buildings around them, and the overpowering sense of...raw emotions left hanging there almost 4 years before, and it was hard not to cry knowing the struggles that had happened very near where I was standing.

Like the 2 generations before us who can remember Pearl Harbor, our generation will always remember 9/11. But I hope that how united our country became after it is not lost in all the ways we are no longer united, and that the people who died trying to save others aren't ever forgotten.

I remember...

Kayla's post inspired me to post as well, because I too believe that so many people have forgotten why it is we're in a war, choosing to blame it on President Bush's bad decisions. Which I'm sure are true, to an extent. But even I admit that the choices made 6 years ago to respond to such violence with violence were quite possibly the only actions to take. But now, the point behind the war has almost vanished into nothingness, and now I too find it incredibly hard to support it. As Kayla said, I'm an anti-violent person, and it pains me to see conflict of any kind. I understand why we're there, and I support our troops one hundred percent. I just believe there are better ways to resolve things than to fight it out. I couldn't have said it any better. But it's not in my power or even my place to be able to change those things. All I can do is remember.

Ironically, when I woke up this morning and looked at the clock, it was 9:11 am. My mind's been alert of the date since I woke up, something odd for me, because I rarely know what day or date it is. And there's never a time that I don't look at a clock when it's 9:11 am or pm and not think back to that day.

I didn't learn what had happened until around 8:10 that morning when I got to the band room. When I walked in, I wondered why the TV was on, and curious, I sat down to watch. And I remember, we didn't practice any songs, I don't think we even played any music. We watched. My next few classes were abuzz with what had happened, and what still was, although some semblance of a normal day was kept. I don't really remember lunch, but I'm sure the TV's were on. But what sticks the most in my mind is Mrs. Sutton's class, which went by much like band did, eyes glued to the television. I remember watching the 5th and 6th building of WTC fall down, wondering how something so...massive happened. And seeing the smoke on the victims and watching the firemen search and rescue. And then the news about the plane going down and the Pentagon as well. I remember watching Mrs. Sutton's face of disbelief and slowly tears forming on her face, and I remember listening to Zack Young's impassioned declaration that America would fight back. Which, of course, we did.

I remember buying the button that said something about "remember 9/11" a few weeks afterward. It was $5, I believe and I wore it on my backback for the better part of 2 years. It still hangs in my room.

And I remember our senior trip to New York, seeing ground zero, seeing that one piece of building frame shaped in a cross, the huge whole in the ground where towers 1 and 2 stood, and still the damage on the buildings around them, and the overpowering sense of...raw emotions left hanging there almost 4 years before, and it was hard not to cry knowing the struggles that had happened very near where I was standing.

Like the 2 generations before us who can remember Pearl Harbor, our generation will always remember 9/11. But I hope that how united our country became after it is not lost in all the ways we are no longer united, and that the people who died trying to save others aren't ever forgotten.