5 Years

It's been five long years. A lot has happened to us, our country and our spirit since then. We've seen the glory of our victories and suffered through the pain of our losses. Sometimes we still cry when we think what has been lost. Sometimes we get angry at what happened on that day.

I remember that day and the anger I felt as I watched people leap to certain death. I remember the anger I felt as I watched the buildings burn. I remember the anger I felt as I watched those buildings fall. I remember the anger I felt.

I remember the anger I felt as I watched the people around me sit in fear wondering what would happen next. I remember the fear in their eyes as they wondered what would happen next. I remember the tears in their eyes and the looks of disbelief as they realized nothing would ever be the same again. I remember the anger I felt.

I remember the questions my friends and co-workers asked me, as if I had some inside information about who would commit such a vicious attack. I remember thinking they're looking for strength and leadership. For my friends and co-workers, I hope I provided it. I remember the anger I felt not knowing if I had. I remember the anger I felt.

I remember my friends that went off to war and the prayers I said as they left the safety of home. I remember the regret I felt not being able to go with them. I remember the anger that followed. I remember the anger I felt.

I will never forget what happened on that day. I will never forget those that died running into the fire to do what they could. I will never forget the fear in the eyes that surrounded me. I will never forget the tears that filled them. I will never forget the feeling of helplessness. I will never forget my desire to take this enemy head on, and the disappointment that followed with no enemy in front of me.

I remember the anger, because I still feel it today.