Yesterday was 9/11 in the US. So we had a bit of a day of silence.
At the college they also held a moment of silence from, I think, 8:53a- 9:05a. It was very solemn and I was surprised how many students showed up. There was a very reverent air as we all stood around the clock tower (the college's 'home base' in a way). And thought about what happened. The lives that were lost. The people who are still mourning. The people who are still fighting. I thought of the people in the tower and one the planes. What would it be like to suddenly realize you're not going home to your family tonight? Or to be watching the news and realize your spouse or your parent or child was not coming home that night? What would it be like to be one of the fire fighters or rescue crew? To see the broken families looking to you as their last hope to see their loved ones. To search desperately through the rubble to find someone alive and not mere ash. It was really sad. And when someone played Taps off in the distance in the still morning, it was the most sorrowful sound I've ever heard. I had to keep from crying. I am thankful to all who have fought for our freedom and who still are fighting for it.