A Day of Remembrance

I had barely turned 12 when 3,000 innocent American citizens were killed on September 11, 2001. It was exactly seven years ago and though I was young, I still remember that day—sitting on the couch with my backpack, waiting to be taken to school, watching through the TV the twin towers and the Pentagon burning 2,000 miles away. I was mature enough to know what was going on—the country had been attacked. I did not see live coverage of the towers collapsing, but I remember hearing about it at school.

I think it is important to remember that day not just for the victims, but for ourselves as well. We fell asleep on the job. It makes me sick how easily the whole thing could have been prevented if only we were more vigilant.

The best thing that can come out of this tragedy is that we learn from our mistakes and always remember that freedom isn't free.

Taken to heart, those lessons will help us remain strong and watchful, so that this may never happen again. Let us exact vengeance on al-Qaeda and Osama Bin Laden for committing this atrocity and show them that nobody kills innocent Americans and gets away with it.

I proudly dedicate this post to those who lost
their lives on that tragic day.
Our brave police officers, firefighters, emergency workers,
those on the planes and in the towers,
those in the Pentagon, as well as the brave souls
aboard Flight 93—regular people
who stood up in the face of danger to
prevent the hijackers from completing
their mission of further devastation.

You will never be forgotten.