Each generation has one major event that they can pin point exactly where they were and what they were doing when that event happend. The traumatic event that happend in my generation was 9/11. The only thing my generation and the generations after me know, is war.
September 11, 2001 started off like any other day. I was in seventh grade. Ms. Jankowski's english class. The final bell had just rung so we were all getting settled into our seats and talking amongst ourselves. The teacher goes to her podium to get her attendance sheet when the phone rings. We all watch because we're thinking "Oooh who got in trouble now!?" She takes her glasses off her face and puts her hand over her mouth. Just like something devastating just happend and she can't believe what she's hearing. She hangs up immediately and turns on the television to the news. There were two really tall buildings in New York City. One of them looks like a bomb had went off. Then they replayed a video. It was an airplane. Everyone in that class was in shock. We didn't speak, just sat there in awe. A few of us started to cry. I didn't because I still didn't fully understand what was happening or why it happend. I didn't even know what those buildings were. Throughout the day, other students were got picked up from their parents because there were "terrorists" all over the country crashing planes. After the first plane hit, another hit the second tower. After that one, a plane crashed in Pennsylvania. And after Pennsylvania, a plane or something hit the Pentagon. Were they really going to come to Michigan and try to kill us too? Who was doing this and why?? I got home from school that day and my mom is sitting on the couch with her phone in her hand and her face is all puffy likes she's been crying. I ask her, "Mom did you see what happen?" She just nods her head. My brother who was eight or nine at the time ran up to me and says "Amanda guess what!? Jon went to NYC to help!" Jon is my stepdad. But he raised me as his own, and he is my dad. I start remembering the images I saw earlier that day with all the dust, the smoke, the missing persons signs. "Yeah, right" was my first response. Then my mom chimes in.."No really, he's on his way right now". I just remember standing in the door way of the kitchen and living room crying my eyes out. People were dying in the rubble. So much was going on. The days after the 9/11 events were even more horrible. The death toll was over 3,000 and hundreds of people were missing. I remember the President going on TV and saying that we were going to war. That whole month of September was just sad. It affected everybody regardless if they knew someone in the attacks or not. We are a nation, and together we can do anything. Remember those who were lost. Take pride in your country. Live and Love each day like it were your last. And you can NEVER say I love you too much.
For those that still fight, and those who gave the ultimate sacrifices, you are NOT forgotten.