It has been almost one year since September 11, 2001. A day that will never be forgotten in the book of my life. I remember wanting so many times to write my feelings down. I felt like I was congested and couldn’t get the sickness out. My feelings were revolving inside of me. I was working that day. I remember a co-worker coming into the office I worked at and telling everyone that one of the Twin Towers was hit by a plane. I did’t know if it was a Cessna or a larger plane, I wasn’t too concerned about a terrorist attack. Hell, this is AMERICA!! We are untouchable. Then word came that the other Twin Tower was hit.
My curiousity was leading me to find out more. I tried to log onto CNN or MSNBC on the net. I couldn’t get through. I began to feel frustrated. People in the building I worked in were hearing all different kinds of reports. There was reports that there were jets in our skies that were ready to cause more death and destruction. I felt like one was coming straight at me. I went ouside of the building I was working at to get a good cell phone connection to call my family in NY.
I grew up in New York. I feared for my family. Now I live in Ft. Hood, Texas, with my husband who is an Apache Pilot for the US Army. It was hard to get through, but finally I did. I went back into the building. I lost control of my emotions and started to panic and cry. I wanted to do something. Me and about 4 other co-worker came together in a circle to pray to God. We prayed for the lives at Ground Zero and for our military. We all had a Husband or Relative in the military. I left work at 12:00 to call my husband. When I ran in the door my husband was there with the TV on. The TV told a horrible story. It seemed unreal. I knew time could turn back and this wouldn’t ever of had happened. What a nightmere.
I cried and hugged my husband. I panicked that he would be going to war the next day. I couldn’t sleep. I was hurting for the families who lost someone and for this country. As days went on the news made the missing and the dead personal to the rest of the country. Many children lost there parent or parents that day. I wanted to personally go over to the Middle East and scream at all of those who cheered in the street. Like I said it has been almost one year from that day. I miss all those people who died. I didn’t know them in a physical sense, but their names and faces told a tale. God rest their souls.