Where were you on 9/11

I was at work as I watched on the web, the live broadcast of the second plane hitting the tower. I walked outside later and looked up to an empty sky. All the air traffic that flew over my building was gone. The sky was an extremely bright blue. There were a few clouds and the deafening silence of an empty sky and a country in shock.

We will never forget. We will never grow tired. We will live the American dream in our hearts our minds and in all that we do. We will cast our anger into the flames of determination and fan it with the winds of justice.

Let our song of freedom be the last thing the terrorist hears as he falls. Let the last sight he sees be an American soldier with weapon in hand and the muzzle flash of the bullet that takes said terrorist's life.