Almost anyone alive can tell you where they were, and what they were doing at 9:00am on September 11th, 2001. I was asleep, three hours removed from working third shift at the local hospital. I remember my phone ringing off the hook that morning and continuously ignoring the calls. Finally, at about 3:00pm, I answered the phone. My sister was on the other end telling me “The World Trade Center is gone.” I had just rolled out of bed, so to be honest, I was oblivious to what was going on. I did not know if it was some sort of joke, or if they bulldozed the place. As I turned on the television, it finally hit me, America had been attacked.
I watched President Bush deliver his address to the nation that night, and I felt that we were in good hands with this President. I knew that Bush was a take no prisoner type of person, after all he is from Texas. It was only a matter of time before troops would be deployed to seek out the terrorists who were responsible for this horrific act of violence. I admit that I was still young, and did not pay much attention to what was going on in foriegn affairs. I had no idea who Al-Queda was, nor had I heard the name Osama Bin-Ladin. Sure I have heard of Saddam Hussein, who really did not have much to do with the attack. Personally, I think Bush was out to get him from day one. Never the less, the United States ended up capturing both Hussein, and Bin-Ladin, and met the same fate as the victims of 9/11.
I went into work that evening to the hospital as I was head of security. I was thinking that things were going to be kind of caotic with all that had happened earlier in the day. It was not like that at all. I think that night, doctors, nurses, and patients were in complete disbelief of what had occured. There was not so much as a small incident that took place that night, which was not typical for a night shift. It seemed as if everyone in that hospital was in mourning, just like everyone across the United States was mourning.
I will never forget that image of the two planes crashing into the World Trade Center. I will never forget the thought of the plane crashing into the Pentagon. I will also never forget those brave passengers on United Flight 93, who likely prevented hundreds, if not thousands more casualties. Thousands lost their lives that day, many more lost friends and family. It has been eleven years since 9/11, and still the battle continues with the War on Terror. Advances have been made, evil has been compromised, but we will never forget that fateful day, September 11th, 2001.
*****Dedicated to those closely affected by 9/11*****
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