I remember that day. I was 8 years old, in second grade. My daddy was active duty in the Army. I didn't really realize what was happening, why we were being sent home early... I just knew something was very wrong. I was smiling still when I got home until I saw the look on my mama's face. Pure shock. I watched the towers fall in real-time. I still couldn't believe anyone could kill the hundreds upon thousands of people in cold blood.
My daddy could've been in the Pentagon when it was hit on any assignment. He could have been like the rest who weren't so lucky. The times he went to the Middle East fighting in Operation: Desert Storm or checking on troops, he was risking his life for Americans. For the very people that took him for granted.
This is why I take it very personally when people say they hate America or the military, or even not saying the pledge. You are slapping a serviceman or woman in the face for ever