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2002-09-12

"We're underattack!" was all I heard. As I stood within in my small highschools hallway. I had just left my gym class..and well. I will say I was confused. Attacked? Seeing I was in school..I thought this was a joke. But when I hit my 3rd class. Reality hit me. As soon as I walked into the room..the second plane had hit one of the towers. My friends where crying..my classmates who where not, where in a shocking silence. I had went to all my classes..my last teacher, pointing to myself, and another guy..and said "How do you think you'll look in a uniform...because thats whats going to happen......". I thought of everyone then. Watching the tv. Holding friends...grim and quiet. What tore at me was watching people hanging from the windows screaming for help. It felt like I was watching a action movie. Only it was sadly, the cold reality of how some mankind can be when they dont like something. It sickened me to be human then. But I could feel my american pride rise..in the end. When I watched our government sing God Bless America. And President Bush standing with the speakerphone, announcing our pride and that they had awakened a slumbering giant and so forth. For days after that ....that noise, the noise of the firemens tank alarms..going off..chilled me. I heard it in my sleep...I heard it in my mind during school...as i type yhis now..I hear it...as if I where there..and I wasnt...I think all us americans where there in spirit...if that makes sense..

I was angry. I wanted to march right off and join the army..the navy..the military..anything...I didnt care if I was female. I was upset..confused...I only read about these kind of things in history books!! But here I was..watching live on TV..thousands dieing in the matter of hours...all because people have problems...and try to take things into their own hands..when it is none of their business...

Of course..after a few minuets of calming..I let reality hit me. And concentrated back on school..I can help my dear America in many other ways...

I think that day really changed the town I live in too. It really touched me, the next day, while driving seeing our local fire fighters standing in the town roads, with boots, going to cars and trying to collect money. It really touched me...like i said..that day was life changing for myself..and im sure others...good..or bad..

9/11 was the day after my 18th birthday...and the entire year..was my senior year of highschool. That day opened my eyes and made me relise...a lot of things. I guess I should say...I grew up on that day, I learned what reality was.. And I think about all those ppl who died, and carry them in my heart...I light candles for them, and I pray that someday this world will live in peace..and I will never forget them or that day..and I will tell my children..and my childrens children about that gruesom cold day. But most of all..i will raise them as prideful americans....raise them in peace..and to never forget who they are...and what we will become in this beloved Country...