...And I still have Nightmares About it

The bell rung. There's only two minutes until I have be to my second class, oh well, I'll still stop and talk to the ladies. It's too early not to be friendly and plus Ashley was looking like the first day in heaven! Uh-oh, that was the bell. Let me scurry to the locker room. As I'm changing into my gym clothes, Gerard comes down screaming, in what I assumed was a joking manner,"Damn Afghans attacked us." Of course we all laughed, Gerard always had some antics. Thirty seconds later, Doyle comes in saying " The f*cking Indies bombed us dude!." Then I was like, "whaaa?," but it was time for roll call. One more time being late and I would receive a Saturday school. We get up stairs and everybody was sitting down somberly in indian style in octagon like circle. It was more quiet than the crowd when Tiger Woods tees off. Then over the loud speaker we were informed that the Pentagon, and the World Trade Center had been attacked, by terrorists, with our own airplanes. I had never felt so helpless in my life. All flights were grounded or cancelled....indefinately. Baseball was postponed, and so was football. Everyone prayed that sonic booms that they heard were not attacks on Wright-Patt Air Force Base. Our country cried for help, and the rest of the world jumped in joy with unfathomable elation. Superman was now in a wheel chair. It seven years late and I can still smell the ashes and taste the tears. Where will YOU be on November 4, 2008???