Today we remember.

September 11, 2001. I was in chemistry class in my junior year of high school. A note was handed to my teacher. He didn't read it out loud. He kept on teaching until it was lunch time. At lunch, everyone was in a frenzy. Would our friend have to go to war? Would Boston be a target? I didn't know what was going on. I asked. I learned. 

Everyone says you'll never forget where you were when you heard about it. I won't. I remember exactly where I was sitting in the cafeteria and who was at my table. I remember who exactly told me, and who was crying already. It was something Earth shaking and we didn't know what would happen next. As it turns out, our little town, like the rest of the country, rallied around the flag and felt patriotic. We didn't trash George Bush in our American Politics class anymore. We were proud to have American flag stickers in our lockers.

As time has passed, we have become more critical of the presidents again. We've lost our love to display the flag, and we've often felt betrayed by our government. Politics has gone back to politics. And that's probably ok. The climate of politics and the state of affairs in the country does change. We can forget that we every loved George Bush, if even just for a few days.

But what we can't forget are those people who lost their lives. They were innocent. They were not supposed to died that day. They were on planes. They were trying to rescue others. Firemen, policemen, and people just trying to get to work. Not one of them should be forgotten. Nor should the soldiers who've lost their lives in war. These people are the ones we should rally around.


**Note: I am not generally very vocal about my political opinions. I have a lot of them, having studied politics in college, but I like to let everyone have their own too. This is one thing I actually care to talk about. I promise I won't get all Rush Limbaugh on you very often.