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September 11, 2001 was such a horrible day to me that I don’t even know where to start. Every time I hear the word 9/11 I have these horrible memories of what I had witnessed that very day. I was only 12 years old at the time and was really scared.
I was in school at the time in about 3rd period. My classmates and I heard about 3 helicopters flying around outside of school. We weren’t very scared until about 6 or 7 kids were being called down to the office to go home. It was finally time to go to lunch. While my friends and I were eating lunch my other friend Jill had came up to me and told me that the world trade center had been hit by a plane. So many things ran through my head especially the thought of not knowing whether I was going to every see my mom again. My mom use to work at Lutheran Medical center and to get home she always she to go over the bridge closest to The World Trade. My Dad and my little sister had came to pick me up at school about 25 minutes after I had finished lunch. I went home hysterical cry. My dad was trying so very hard to calm me down. As soon as my Dad pulled up into the driveway I ran inside to see if my Mom was home. I opened the door and I saw her sitting in the basement watching the news. I ran as fast as I could to her and hugged her so tight. While watching the news, a new reporter had came on saying for all fire department workers to go to The World Trade and help. My Mom had to go to the site and help out. I memorized her every walk out of the door. I didn’t know if that was going to be the last time that I ever saw her. My mom called every hour to let us know that she was OK. My Mom stayed at ground zero for 2 days. When my Mom came home she was covered in gray ash. I didn’t care how much ash she was covered in I just ran I hugged her and refused to let go. I thanked God that night that I had her home and safe with me.
About a month later my closest friend introduced me to this kid that lived around the block from me. His Mom had been killed in The World Trade Center. She was manger of Zurich American Insurance. These past 2 years I have gotten to know her sons and her husband. I see so much of her in her sons. They really are beautiful, as was she. Everything that I’ve read about
Margaret Ann (Peggy) Jezycki Alario shows that she was a perfect person. She always had a smile on her face. I’m so mad that she had to be taken away from a life so perfect, like she was. Margaret really had so much to live for. I hope that Margaret is always with her family and I. I’m very upset that I never got to meet her, but one day I will..

R.I.P Margaret

V. Rae

Were all praying for him Krista. Dont give up Hope.

V. Rae

Freedom is Not Free

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform,
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert,
He’d stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers’ tears?

How many pilots’ planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
No, freedom is not free.

I heard the sound of “Taps” one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times
That “Taps” had meant “Amen”,


When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother, or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea,
Of unmarked graves in Arlington,
No, Freedom is not free.



To Krista, who's brother was just shipped over sea's.

V. Rae

American Flag Tribute:


I am your flag.
Not a pennant, but a purpose.
Not a standard, but a symbol.
Not a banner, but a belief.
I am not just a flag, but your flag.
For two hundred years I have waved "O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave".
I am the proud and sacred symbol of freedom, justice and humanity for which my country stands. I am a symbol of your sacrifices in the fight for Liberty, Freedom, and Justice.
I am Old Glory, The Star Spangled Banner, The Red, White, and Blue.
I am what you believe me to be and am nothing more.
Love and respect me, then Freedom, Liberty, and Justice will live.
Neglect me and we die together.
I am your flag.
My fate is in your hands.


To Krista, who's brother was just shipped over sea's.

V. Rae

"We Are the Ones That Soar"

We are the ones that soar,
Over the mountains and the seas,
We look down upon you,
In the land of the free.

We guide you,
We protect you,
We stand for you,
We honor you.

We are the stars,
Representing each 50 states,
We are the stripes,
Representing freedom and mercy at any rate.

We soar in your hometown,
And protect your home,
We wave tall and proud,
At the top of our poles.

We soar in foreign lands,
We march with our soldiers,
Into the very pits of battle,
We conquer all dangers.

But there was a time,
Not long ago,
When we were placed at the feet,
Of our rising foe.

For a moment,
We realized,
This might be the end,
We realized that we might never soar again.





Where were our soldiers?
What happened to them?
Why aren’t they coming,
To rescue their friend?

And then we saw it,
The rockets red glare,
The still night was broken,
Our men were still there.

They picked us up,
They dusted us off,
They took a raggedy poll from the smolders,
And placed us atop.

We had a few scraped,
But the people didn’t care,
For even if their Twin Towers were gone,
Their flag was still there.

And so,
We are the ones that watch over you,
We are the ones that will ever more,
So when you see us waving in the American breeze,
Remember,
We are the Stars and Stripes,
We are the ones that soar.




To Krista, who's brother was just shipped over sea's.

V. Rae

American Flag Tribute:


Are you proud to be an American?
Or does it sound cletche?
When you hear someone say with pride,
I was born in the USA.
Perhaps you have some other place,
You’d rather call your home,
Some far off and distant land,
And you have that itch to roam.
I have had the experience to travel to some of these exotic lands,
So use your imagination
And travel with me there.
Oh look!
This palace!
It’s so beautiful!
These people all where silk and jewels!
What a wealthy and happy place,
This lucky King rules!
But wait…the people outside the palace…
They are so dirty and so thin,
To live like this and see them there,
Must surely be a sin.
And so we travel onwards,
And today’s a holiday.
These people,
They all look well fed,
Perhaps we’ll want to stay.
Oh look! A parade!
Can you see the banners waving and the floats?
All I see are tanks, and guns, and soldiers in long coats.
These people must feel very safe hear,
But why are they dressed this way?
Are these soldiers here to protect them?
Or are they here to make them stay?
And so we travel onwards,
And they say these people have a voice.
Today’s Election Day,
And they say these people have a choice.
But wait…
These people do not have a choice at all,
For there are men with guns outside,
If you don’t vote the way they want,
You’d better run and hide.
And so you’ve begun to see a pattern,
That these far off and exotic lands,
Hide poverty and decease.
Be thankful that you have a family, food, and a loving home,
And that the man who rules our country,
Is a man the people chose.
So the next time you see our flag,
Stand tall, solute her and say,
“I am proud to be an American,
God Bless the USA!”

Thank You.

To Krista, who's brother was just shipped over sea's.

Nancy Johnson

That was a terrible thing happened to all those people, I have sympathy for those who lost love ones.

Tim Hays

Super, super site. Very well done indeed.

Mandy Shoup

I wasen't there when it happened But I was in school watching it on tv. I feel really bad I have respect for all of those that were there

michael johnson

I can remember the day it happen as clear as a bell. AT THE TIME I WAS WORRIED ABOUT MY GRANDMOTHER WHO WAS DYING IN THE HOSPITATIL. little did i know that day would change the way i felt about life, the military, and My country. See i have been in the service now for over 20 years and have seen all the wars that have happen and never once thought that i could kill another human being not matter what the did. I am now getting ready to perhaps got to war. and i wont you all to know who ever reads this that like on dec 7 1944, we as a nation will survive and i as a marine will go to any country,city,town, and place and take care of those people who threaten our way of life. and as the famous saying is "PAYBACK A BITCH"