Today, as I watched the President's address, I remembered very vividly where I was on September 11, 2001 as Alan Jackson says, "when the world stopped turning". I was in Mrs. Starla McRae's 6th grade Social Studies class. I remember seeing the tears in her eyes that she was trying so hard to hold in. I remember the feeling of complete terror that I felt and the chills going through my body as I watched the replay of the first plane hitting the World Trade Center. I remember the increase in terror that I felt as I watched the second plane hit. Nothing felt right at that time and nothing can describe the exact feeling. I remember going home and sitting in front of the television all afternoon watching the events of the day unfold. And, I remember the feeling deep down inside that all Americans were feeling. The feeling of complete hatred for someone. A hatred I had never felt before.
Today, as the feelings and events of that September day almost 10 years ago came flooding back, I began to think that I will always remember THIS day. Where was I when the American troops finally killed the person responsible for the murders of 3,000 fellow Americans? When I found out that Osama Bin Laden was dead, I was in my room in University Hall at Flinders University in Adelaide, Australia where even the Australians know on the other side of the world how big of a day this is for America and the world. I may not be in America right now, but my heart is sure there. I am so proud to be an American and will forever remember the soldiers, civilians, and rescue workers who lost their lives due to 9/11.
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