When I was a senior, I had a wicked case of senioritis. I got up for my second week back at school, missing my boyfriend who was on T.A.D. in the military in a different state. I went to school, and was sitting in my second period, when someone told me that there was a plane that flew into the World Trade Center. At that point, no one knew if it was an accident, or intentional.
Then, someone came running through the halls saying that the second tower had just been hit as well. Parents were panicking, so school was dismissed for the day (it was a small school that had the ability to do so.) I got home and turned on the news just in time to hear that the Pentagon had also been hit by a hijacked plane. I remember going to work later that day, around noon, and turning on the radio to listen to the news. No one came swimming that day; people were glued to their television sets.
I watched countless friends march over to the recruiters office to enlist in the military that week. There was a war declared on terrorism, and my generation and friends responded nobly.
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11 years later, I beg you to not let this incident turn into something that we are “getting over,” because the reality is, we are still fighting the war on terror. The families who lost loved ones on that tragic day will always remember, and I am hoping you will stop and remember those who have given everything on September 11th, and since then, to protect our freedom.