I Remember

I remember a friend running into my office asking if I had heard that New York was under attack.

I remember wondering what else was being attacked.

I remember going home and watching the reality on TV.

I remember when the buildings fell.

I remember seeing the radar that showed no planes in the air.

I remember that a local pilot was originally scheduled to fly one of the planes.

I remembering wondering if my kids would be growing up in world at war.

I remember stories of local muslims cheering the catastrophe.

I remember being angry at the comentators who had explained how to do this after the first bombing in NY.

I remember the silence after the buildings fell.

I remember hearing the local families that had relatives in the buildings.

I remember meeting a local emergency responder who was on site 24 hours later.

I remember homes being sold to New Yorkers who fled New York.

I remember seeing the people of NY walking out of the city.

I remember somehow feeling like I knew someone personally when some of the victims were named.

I remember my dismay at the lack of value for life.

I remember.