We Will Not Forget

My great great-grandmother, were she here, could sit down and say how she remembered the Holocaust in German and the remainder of Europe. An elderly man can sit in his rocking chair and remember the attack on Pearl Harbor. In fifty years or more, we will sit down on our front porches with grandchildren and great grandchildren and recall as the sun sets, September 11, 2001. We were alive and young when the two planes crashed into the twin towers of the World Trade Center. We were alive when the attack on the Pentagon was executed. We were alive when some very brave people on a plane over a baron crop field fought for the safety of America against a group of hijacking terrorists and crashed to their deaths. Where were you? You were more then likely safe, oblivious to the happenings of what was going on until you turned on the television, picked up the phone or went outside your house. When you did, your life was changed when you realized that our comfortable America had finally been attacked. You knew that this meant war. Remember all of the civilians, firefighters, police officers, children and more that were saved from the rubble. Even more so, remember those who were not and their families that must live on without them today. Remember, do not forget. I know I never will.