7 years ago lying in bed in Phoenix Arizona the phone rang. My brother and I were sharing an appartment with a few other roomates, but it was early and if anyone was going to answer the phone it would have been the two of us. After the 3rd call in a row we realized something wasn't right, but I was moving in a week and had spent a late night with my friends the night before on my last day of work. I turned to my brother and said, "If you want to know whats so important then your getting up" As he slumbered out of bed I tried to go back to sleep only to hear a moment later, "What? What? Slow down! Okay, I'm turning on the news right now" Instantly I was awake. Just as I rolled over in bed the news turns on and we see coming from the right of our screen the 2nd plane hit the tower and burst into flames. The smoke and debris filling the air almost blocking out the shot. As the day wore on nobody believed what they were seeing. I can't see a time when the feelings of shock and anger that I had that day will not be palpable in my mind. That is where I was on 9/11 but, Where were you?
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Its like when my parents say they will always remember where they were when JFK was shot. I remember 9/11 like it was yesterday.
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