Today is obviously the anniversary of what will always be the biggest day of our lifetime. I slept in since I didn't have a sub job that day. I was driving to West High to go start breaking down film and I remember hearing Peter Jennings on 102.9 in Iowa City and thinking it must be part of a morning show prank. It was a short ride when I got to school I went and found a TV to see exactly what had happened. By then the first tower had already gone down. I watched the second tower go down while sitting in my old 9th grade American History teacher, Mr. Davis's, classroom. While he and I were talking about it, the magnitude of this whole thing was slowly sinking in. Obviously there was a lot of speculation as to what happened and who was involved, but it was becoming more apparent that America was under attack. I went to go check in with my boss and I remember seeing other teachers teaching their classes and wondering why they weren't letting their students watch TV. I hung out at school for a little bit and then went to my other job at Bob's Your Uncle restaurant. There was no one there so myself and some of the staff just sat around watching TV. From there a couple of us went back to my apartment to continue watching TV coverage. The whole day was just surreal as I watched what was happening and trying to comprehend how and why it happened. As much as we try to step up safety measures ande everything else, you just can't stop crazy all the time.
It is important to remeber those people who lost their lives on 9/11. Remember the indviduals on United 93 that prevented even more loss with their own sacrafice. Remember those who stepped up and volunteered to go fight back against those who attacked us. They had a choice, and chose sacrafice themselves for us.
