USA! USA! USA!
I'll never forget 9/11. I was in gym class when I heard the news. I was tying my shoes. I didn't understand. It didn't make sense. It was like I had left my body and I was watching from the outside. All I could think about was my Aunt. I knew she worked there sometimes. Was she okay? I could barely remember my own name. Someone had to tie my shoe for me. I had to lie down.
English class watching the towers fall. It still wasn't real. I couldn't cry I just sat there. Staring. Hoping I would wake up. How could this happen. Why? I just don't understand. Stanizzi came over and gave me a hug. I finally let it all go. I needed to call my mom. Had she heard from Aunt Gayle?
Outside with Ally. Sitting on the curb. Waiting for my mom. Aunt Gayle is okay. I can see smoke. How did it get to my town? A plane went down in DC and PA and I can't take anymore. Ally and I sobbed into each other's arms and just talked about how scared we felt.
I remember all the prayer in the weeks after. We became a nation of prayer once again. And though it all, we were proud to be American. Nothing else mattered. Not race or religion. We were united in our grief and there was an outpouring of love for the victims.
And now justice has been served. The families of those lost that day... I can't imagine. I can't imagine how I would feel if I had lost someone that day.
Tonight, I'm having a drink to the TROOPS, to the victims of 9/11, to George W Bush, to those who lost their lives trying to find him, and for the conversion of Osama's soul. God's outside of time, our prayers can still work for him!
Also, prayers that this doesn't get Obama another 4 years. If you rewatch his speech and drink every time he says "I" you'd be totally sloshed. I want to know what, exactly, he thinks he did.
Thank you to all our service men and women, especially Juliette's godfather Edward Houser. We love you! Come back safely!