Sunday, 11 September 2011
My husband was getting ready for work and I was still in bed when I felt our unborn child's kick for the first time. We both went to work excited about the future. I was sitting in a meeting at the hospital discussing patients that had been admitted the night before when someone came in and said a plane had hit one of the towers. A TV was brought in and we crowded around it trying to make sense of the madness. My husband worked in DC at the time and for a few hours I couldn't reach him and I was worried. He finally called to let me know he was OK. That night we were glued to the TV watching and listening to the news report. At some point I said I couldn't watch it any more and we went to bed.
Today I took my children to the memorial Ceremony on base.
Ringing of the bell
The Laying of the wreaths
Ending with 21 gun salute and the playing of Taps.
I am taking time today to remember the lives lost and the men and women today who are still fighting to defend our freedoms.