My husband was working at our airport when the planes hit. He did not get home til very late that night. I was home, worried sick that someone would hit San Antonio's airport, pregnant with my first son. I remember hearing it on the radio right when it happened and thinking it was some kind of hoax.
Thinking about it makes me cry. Now I know there is argument over what exactly went down, and who all was involved, so I don't want to debate that. I just wanted to remember all those people who died. All the firefighters like my DH who ran in without a thought for themselves and never came out. If you see a firefighter or a cop today, just say thanks. They really are the people running to save others lives when everyone else runs for the door.
We remember and will never forget.
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