Today is 9-11

Do you remember where you were and what you were doing when the terrorists attacked America? I will never forget where I was that day and how I felt as I watched the attack on TV. I'll go first and tell you what I was doing.

I was having my second cup of coffee while reading the newspaper. The phone rang and as I answered it, I heard my husband say, "Baby, turn to CNN. Hurry! It's too horrible to describe." He hung up and I changed the channel. I was watching the video of the first plane crashing when I saw an interruption and heard someone shouting, "Oh, God have mercy; another plane is coming toward the World Trade Center." I went numb and it seemed as if I was watching a horror movie in slow motion. I just sat and stared, unable to comprehend how such a thing could have happened to the most powerful nation on earth. I couldn't get away from the news for the entire day.

Sometime around mid-afternoon, for reasons unknown, I thought about my youngest brother who was on an Air Force Jet headed for Oman and started to cry uncontrollably. I still don't know why but I cried through the afternoon and most of the night and couldn't stop praying for the victims and for him. The next day he called me and said his plane had been diverted to Saudi Arabia where they were placed on high alert and that was all he could say. He said he just wanted to ask me to cover the US military with my prayers, hug myself for him, and that he loved me. That was the last I heard from him for weeks until he arrived back in the states.

It has been EIGHT LONG YEARS and Osama bin Laden has neither been captured or killed. I lost my brother because of that piece of dung and I could kill him myself and never feel a twinge of guilt.