I remember my Father coming in my room and waking me up, and being angry because it was only five min before my alarm was going off anyway… then he said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I didn’t even know what that was. I was 14 years old, almost 15. When I went out to the living room my dad was there watching the T.V. and said that they thought it could be a terrorist attack. I went to school with not a lot on my mind, not fully realizing the severity of the event, once I got to school though my perspective started to change, everyone knew about it and teachers had the T.V.’s or radios on.
As a child of a British mother and a retired American airman, I had always claimed my British roots to be the dominating ones but on that day I found my love for this country, and a few days later my father solidified that for me. I overheard a conversation between my parents where my dad said that if America needed him, he was going. My dad essentially sealed the deal for me and I decided to join the Military. A few months after graduating high school, I joined the Army, and with two tours in Iraq under my belt I can truly say I love this country and what it stands for.