FROM DUSTY
The day of the attack, I was watching my charges go by in the school bus and a stranger said he heard that a plane had crashed into the twin towers. He remarked “and it’s a no fly zone”.
The bus passed and I came inside. Went to the kitchen and turned on the TV.
There it was.
I started telling my husband about it,a blow-by-blow description. He was under the kitchen sink doing some plumbing work. “Look Hon.. I am working here, I am not interested in any movie!” “Hon, it’s not a movie” Of course he was not paying attention to me and I was glued in disbelief in what I was seeing. I could not believe it.
Finally he came to the table for a break and said “My God. It’s not a movie!”
Today I still think of it but it wasn’t until we watched “Touched By An Angel” one Sunday night and they had the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing. The basis of that program was about a family and 9-11.I finally cried. Until that moment I was “handling” it I thought.
I read articles about the tragedy and still can’t believe it. How did we let ourselves open to this?
How many more times will we let our guard down to attack and terror?
How many more wars will we fight on our own and foreign soil and give up our young men?
Be ever-vigilant America! But if we must we will fight that’s the American Way!
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