I was heading to work when I turned on my radio and heard the second plane had crashed into the WTC.
At first I thought it was a sick practical joke played by the DJs on the station. They were known for their crazy antics.
Then, with growing horror, I realized it was happening.
On our soil.
My generation’s Pearl Harbor was happening in New York, and I was in shock.
I couldn’t help but think back to a December morning in 1941 and the similar attack by the Japanese.
I now knew where those passionate feelings my grandparents and their peers expressed had come from.
I felt them, too.
I still do.
Godspeed our brave military men and women.
God Bless the USA.
God Bless all of you.