5 Years

Lest we forget.

5 years ago last night, I left LaSenioritas having watched Monday Night football with a bunch of my fraternity brothers. Less than 8 hours later, my wife to be called my dorm room waking me up to ask me to turn on the TV. She is at work and heard that a plane crashed into a building in New York. Turn on the TV and see what I can find out. Turning on the TV I saw a building billowing black smoke and no one had any answers except some kind of plane flew into the building.

Wow, I told her, how could that happen. Very weird she said. I have to get back to work keep me posted, she followed up with. Ok, love you, love you too. We hung up.

Minutes later I thought I was watching a replay as a plane flashed from the right side of the screen and a huge ball of orange flame, until the news anchor (Charlie Gibson, I believe...the TV was on ABC from the night before, plus I always preferred ABC News because of Peter Jennings) stumbled over his words and everyone gasped in horror and I realized something was wrong. I held my hand over my opened mouth and yelled out in my dorm waking one of my roommates. I couldn't even tell him what happen. He looked at the TV and neither one of us moved for 15 minutes. Through all the replays. Even the slo-mo ones. The horror unfolded before us.

I immediately tried to call Michele back, the phone lines were "full." My mom and sister were living in Italy at the time and my brother was stationed at Fort Hood in Texas.

Then the Pentagon and then a field in Pennsylvania somewhere and then more and more reports of "more hijackings" as no one had a clue what was going on or where as pandemonium set in.

The TV did not go off all day and I fell asleep for many nights in a row with the TV on.

I still have not forgotten and everytime I watch the video or see pictures I get emotional to some extent.

We really should never forget what happen, who did it, and that this is there life endeavor.