I remember…..
…the telephone call.
...the numbing horror.
…the telecasts from New York City and Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania.
…watching a jetliner go where jetliners shouldn’t go.
…thousands of pieces of paper fluttering on air currents, like souls taking wing.
I remember.
WE can't afford to forget.
ReplyDeleteI remember.
ReplyDeleteOur daughter-in-law was attending a conference at the Pentagon that day. . . she was late for the meeting. Thank God. We were living near Asheville, then. She was able to rent the last car in the area and drove straight to us in the mountains.
I will never forget what happened that day in New York and Pennsylvania.