I remember exactly where I was on 9/11/01. I remember that I was a senior in college at Savannah State University starting my last semester. I remember that I was in NROTC preparing to take the Oath of Office as an Ensign in the US Navy that December.
I remember that my clock radio woke me up some time after the first tower was struck. I remember the DJ saying a plane had hit the World Trade Center in New York and thinking why the huge deal over a small plane collision with a big building. I remember that the possibility of an airliner crashing into such a huge building, or that a major terrorist attach on US soil never entered the realm of possibilities as I hit snooze. I remember that when I finally did crawl out of bed the shock and horror I felt when I finally realized what had happened. I remember the anger, fear, and uncertainty that followed for the rest of the day.
I remember how everything changed after that day. I remember the explosion of patriotism that swept the nation. I remember that you couldn’t find a US flag in the store; as they were all sold out. I remember our nation preparing and going to war in Afghanistan while I was in my naval training. I remember watching the news of it between classes and being frustrated that I was stuck in a brick building in Groton, CT, and not out on my ship taking the war to the enemy. I remember about 5 years later that I would go to Afghanistan, and finally “do my part.”
When I see the indifference that the ‘people’ of this nation now have towards the conflict or the event 11 years ago, I remember the lives lost on that horrific day, and those lost since and still being lost.
I remember 9-11