By Craig McNair
It was 9th grade and I was in the Plum High School band room when it happened. The orchestra teacher stormed into our band rehearsal frantically claiming that her brother was flying on a plane that day. Our band teacher quickly tuned into the news on the television set above his head. We had no idea that what we were about to find out would change our lives forever.
The image on the screen showed one of the twin towers damaged and on fire. Then we saw the unimaginable, another plane and another tower. I stood in shock and awe as I realized the magnitude of the events unfolding and knew that I would remember this day for the rest of my life. The school was quickly in a panic as parents came to pick up their children not knowing what the future would hold.
September 11, 2001, would turn out to be the most tragic day in America’s history with both of the twin towers leveled, the Pentagon damaged, and a plane that was either targeting the Capitol or the White House scattered in a Pennsylvania field. The cowardly and faceless enemy leveled our structures but in turn built our national pride. Everywhere you looked there was red, white and blue, strangers helped strangers, and most importantly there was no black and white, rich or poor, only Americans. Let us never forgot those who lost their lives on that fateful day and God bless America, the land of the free and the home of the brave.