I woke up to my mom my mom yelling "Get up! Look at the TV! It's our world..."
I stumbled out of bed, glanced at the clock. It was early in the morning. About 7:00 I think.
I walked slowly to the living room and sat on the couch. The TV came into focus just in time for me to see the second plane crash into the WTC.
I sat staring at the TV for 24 hours. Didn't eat, didn't move. I was in shock, barely comprehending what was being said.
Then I cried.
I eventually signed up with the Army (ROTC at school), something I would never have considered before 9/11.
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Ashes and diamons
foe and friend
we are all equal
in the end.
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