Friday, September 11, 2009

God Bless America

Just like everyone else in this country, today stirs deep memories
and nightmares.
I was working at the dialysis center in Louisville, Ga. and was five months pregnant with Shelby.
Watching Good Morning America with a patient named Charlie Brown.
The newscaster had just mentioned that a plane had flown into the first tower.
I had just gotten the words, "How does a plane just fly into the World Trade Center? They have been there for how long?" when I witnessed the second plane fly into the second tower.
I remember calling Mom who was about to lay down for her nap and asked if she had been watching the news. She knew nothing about it and said she would let Dad know.
After several attempts she let me know that that Fort Gordon was on total lockdown.
No one in.
No one out.
The same for phone calls.
The rest of the day is a blur of images.
I do remember driving home in tears wondering what the world was going to be like when I brought my baby into it.
What kind of life would she live?
Would she always live in fear?
For weeks anything with the colors red, white, and blue could not be found.
American flags were on backorder in every store.
Now more than ever the words
"Unites we stand"
ring louder and more true than ever as well as
"God Bless America".
Until then...


Jessica said...

It's a hard day to remember. Harder still to forget.

Weezer said...

Beautifully written, Angelia. I'm glad you remember the details of the day so vividly. After watching the coverage on TV today, I have remembered those that died that die, but also those who witnessed the atrocities. I wish you and your sisters could know a world as I knew it growing up.