Attack

I was a freshman in high school, and my first period was football. We had practice early, before school started, and we came back into the locker room to shower and get ready for second period. The locker room was away from the main school building, and there was no t.v. or radio or anything. But somehow my friend Ryan Williams had some information.

"Dude," he said laughing, "some idiot just flew his plane into the Pentagon."

"He's got to be fired," I responded.

That how naive we were. It never crossed our minds that someone could attack us. We had no reason to think that.

But once I got into the school building, I knew something was wrong. The halls were quiet, some kids were sobbing, some were mad, some had no expression. I walked into my second period class, physical sciecnce with Mr. Otey Green, and the t.v. was on. Everyone was watching, no one was speaking, and Mr. Green had written something on the board.

Never Forget.

I remember watching the news coverage of the first attack, and watching the second plane hit.
I've never felt so angry and so helpless in my life. There was absolutely nothing I, or any of us, could do.

I'll Never Forget.