I was 12 days back home in Los Angeles from a 3 month internship in New York and I recieved a phone call from my brother telling me that a plane hit one of the WTC buildings. I turned on the news to see black smoke coming out of the first building. 10 minutes later the other plane hits. I went to wake my ex-girlfriend and my roommate up to let them know what happened...I knew it was history I was looking at. The moment the buildings fell I knew life in America had changed...I picked up the phone and called in sick...and I was glued to the television for 4 days thereafter.
To this day I still get a knot in my throat from what happened and from everyone that has died since then with the wars we've had because of that fateful day...
God Bless the United States, the people that lost their lives that day, and the soldiers in foreign countries fighting and dying...
To this day I still get a knot in my throat from what happened and from everyone that has died since then with the wars we've had because of that fateful day...
God Bless the United States, the people that lost their lives that day, and the soldiers in foreign countries fighting and dying...