September 11, 2001 is a date that will always be etched into every Americans’ mind, especially mine.  That was the day that changed our country forever.

Like many mornings, I woke up to the sounds of the T.V. in the living room and my mom’s coffee cup lightly hitting the kitchen island between sips.  When she walked pass my room and saw that I was awake, she told me that she put on The Weather Channel and saw that every flight in the country was canceled.  So, she put on the news and watched the reports about the four planes that were hijacked and crashed.  A few minutes later, Mom got me ready for the day, and I crawled out to the living room.

When I saw the live news footage of the chaos in New York City, Washington D.C., and Pennsylvania, I was in shock.  I saw ash covered fire fighters, police officers, and civilians either running to find friends and family members or rushing to the aide of a stranger in need of urgent help.

It was almost like watching a movie, except Hollywood couldn’t bring out the emotions I had.  At first, I was angry at the people who planned the attacks and wanted to see retaliation right away.  But as I continued to watch the reports and saw how ALL Americans stuck together, it made me prouder of what it means to live in this country.  I cried tears of sadness when I heard stories about people losing loved ones when the twin towers collapsed.  I, also, cried tears of pride when Old Glory was draped over the side of the Pentagon and when every member stood up to sing, “God Bless America”.  But most of all, I’m proud of my brothers’ decisions to join the Armed Services.

By: Carl Haislip

Remembering 9/11/2001

I was living in Pennsylvania, and I was on my way to work at 8:15a.m., when I heard about the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon in Washington, DC. My grandparents were visiting me for my birthday and were on their way home. When they got around Washington, the road was blocked off. My grandmother turned the radio on, and then they heard. I was terrified my grandparents were not going to make it home safely.

 

By: Chris Fagge
Text Box: I was alone in my room here at Bell House watching TV when all of a sudden news flashes came on and I could not believe what I was seeing and hearing. It was a very quiet day as it usually is on Monday morning around here. I continued watching and then all the pictures started coming on. There was no talk of terrorists at this time. They thought it was an accident. I could not believe that all of these people could be dying. These pictures looked like horrible war pictures -- but this was New York ! Then they said there was another plane that had hit the pentagon and it was on fire. They thought another plane was heading for the White House but it crashed in Pennsylvania. It was then that I began thinking about my father who travels often by airplane on his job and I wondered if he was safe. It was such a tragedy where so many people lost so many family members. Now they only have pictures and memories of the loved ones who were lost. I hope this never happens again. We should be thankful for what we have and not complain about what we do not have. By: Robin Thielmann

Fall/Winter 2006 Edition

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