I had gone out for my usual morning walk. I had not turned on either the TV or a radio. While walking, a woman who was there with a crew working on the road told me that something had happened in New York. Something inside me just knew something was wrong. I ran back home and turned on the TV. I was watching the newscast when the second plane slammed into the tower.
I will never, ever forget seeing that. I stared at the TV in open-mouthed horror. Those of us who aren't fanatics cannot conceive of the actions of those who are.
I woke up my husband and turned on the TV in the bedroom. Shortly thereafter a friend of mine called and asked if I knew what had happened. I assured her that I did. I then called my father and asked him if we were at war, if this was what war felt like. He said yes.
My husband had to be somewhere that day, so I was home alone. I did nothing that day except drink coffee and watch the news. I don't remember if I even ate anything.
At some point in the day, I hung my America flag. A flag has been hanging at my house every day ever since. My picture on Facebook is a crying eagle superimposed over the twin towers.
Those who planned those attacks . . . those who carried them out . . . those who seek to do the same thing today are garbage. They do not deserve to live in the brotherhood of man. What must have been the expressions on the faces of the 9/11 hijackers when they found themselves in hell and not with the 72 virgins they were promised. How did they welcome Osama bin Laden when he arrived.
God bless the men and women who are carrying on the battle against those who intend us harm, as well as those who have fallen. There is no greater love. And God bless their families as well.
To paraphrase President George W. Bush: We must not tire. We must not falter. We must not fail.