Where were you?

It has been 9 years since the terrorist attacks. Wow. To me, it doesn't seem that long ago.

I was a freshman at ETSU, in my dorm room, talking on the phone with my mom. I was sick with a virus that morning, and didn't go to my 8 a.m. class. My mom told me what was going on, and I was glued to the television for most of the morning/afternoon. In fact, I remember that classes were called off for the rest of the day. That evening, the student body gathered in the ampitheater on campus and had a prayer circle. There were a lot of tears, confusion, anger and sympathy that day. Everywhere I turned around, people were on cell phones and the gas stations were packed. I can't describe the feeling I felt, but I could feel it in the air. It was as if you wanted to armour up, as a team. We were attacked. OUR people died.

I doubt there are many who don't remember where they were when they heard about the attacks. Too many people lost their life that day and will never be forgotten.

God bless our troops who are overseas fighting for our freedom. You are greatly appreciated.