Where were you when the world stopped turning?

Does watching clips of the attacks still make you cry? It makes me cry. It might always make me cry. Oddly enough, I don't think I cried that day. I don't think it hit me for a couple of days what actually happened. My memories of that day are still so vivid, I don't think I will ever forget them. I can still remember how blue the sky was that day. I was walking down to the Institute with Chris and he was jabbering the whole time about terrorism and planes and everything else that was going on, and I just kept looking at the sky. It was so so blue - it was a perfect New Hampshire day. And yet it would be forever marred by ugliness. I remember watching the towers fall and wondering how they could possibly fall so neatly, almost like it was folding in on itself. I didn't know they were designed to do so. I remember watching a body fly across the screen - and then having the camera almost violently swing away. That, thankfully, was never replayed again. Which is good, I'm not all about seeing people fall to their death. I wonder if the camera man who accidently captured that moment was sick afterwards. I was almost sick. I remember seeing clips of people sobbing in the streets. I remember trying to think if I knew anyone who worked there. There's a lot I remember, and hopefully never forget.

I pledge allegiance to this flag

If that bothers you well that's too bad

But if you have pride, and your proud to do

Hey, we could use some more like me and you

Where the stars and stripes

And the eagle fly

~ Aaron Tippen