I can't believe it has been eight years * I was in college--my Mom told me about the first plane and then the pentagon while I was getting ready * My first class that morning was empty--the teacher had written on the board "no class today, go home and be with your families" * I called my best friends--they were still in bed, had no idea... * We spent the day in shocked silence * Everyone stood quietly, eyes glued to the TVs in the halls * My last class that day was at 7 p.m. My teacher, not an American, said "Your President is speaking, get out of here and go listen to him" We filed out in silence to another building and sat in tears with the rest of the nation as we heard the address * I went home that day defeated, almost scared, not knowing if more attacks where imminent--wondering how my family felt.. * Headache, overwhelming heaviness of heart * The next morning: flags flying everywhere, flag stickers on cars, wearing red-white-and blue, standing in long lines to give blood * Most heart-wrenching of all: watching hundreds of people on the news standing in front of hospitals and on the streets holding pictures of the missing asking anyone "have you seen him?" "have you seen her?" * The worst and the best of humanity displayed * United We Stand Where were you that Tuesday? What do you remember?
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I saw the flag waving this morning outside of my home. My heart fairly burst. I tried to explain to the boys why it was there. I just kept thinking that, despite the uncertain political climate and disconcerting moral decline, the United States of America is a blessed and wonderful nation. May I never forget all that has been sacrificed for me and my freedom...
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