I was twelve-years-old when I saw what happened to you. I had a delayed start for school that day. My mom and older sister were out for a drive as my little brother and I sat on the couch trying to watch cartoons. It only took us a few moments to realize that something was wrong. There was a building, burning, on every channel and we couldn’t even watch Arthur. I knew something was wrong and I grabbed the telephone, calling my mom. I couldn’t look away. I can remember watching in horror as another plane hit the tower, and as the towers burned. I saw the little figures jumping out of the windows and at first I didn’t realize they were people dying.
For days we watched the news constantly and people didn’t even try to shelter us children from what happened. Teachers played the news in the background as the images were engrained in our small minds. We mourned with you, not even fully understanding.
Eleven years have passed and I am not a child anymore, but I will forever remember. You have been stained with the blood of innocent lives, and the dust of the Twin Towers. You will never remember this day without pain and the fear that someone could hurt you again. But don’t fear for us. Your country has united and vowed to protect those living in this land. We may make some mistakes along the way, but we will protect you.
I’m sorry that we were all hurt that day. But we are not like wounded puppies, cowering under the name of what happened. We licked our wounds and fought back, fighting for freedom.
September 11, 2001 will be a day of sorrow and loss, but we will remember those that perished, so they didn’t die in vain. America, we are strong together.