On the 11th day of September, on a
Tuesday morning, two planes crashed
into two buildings, without any warning.
One the World Trade Center, in New
York, the other the Pentagon. Before
you knew it, almost everything was gone.
In disbelief, I watched the horrors, on my
TV screen, saying to myself, it's got to be
a dream. Never did I ever think, something
of this magnitude could happen here. Not
to the country that I love so much and hold
so very dear! America the beautiful, is still
etched in my brain, even right now, we're
under tremendous strain. For all of us I
want to say, God shed his grace on thee!
We'll come out of this as victors, forever,
to be free! !
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