Being only an hour out of NYC, obviously the toll of 9/11 was incredibly high. Many people that perished live in suburban areas, and take mass transit to work.
When I got home from work that sunny afternoon...I really had no idea what to do. The stories and rumors, as you can imagine, were beyond comprehension.
They were calling for body bags from everywhere, all the fire departments were calling for men and supplies, everything for the most part was shut down.
For some reason, today seems harder than the other years.
The personal stories of sacrifice and loss are as painful today as they were 12 years ago...maybe because of Benghazi and Syria are so fresh and real....maybe because my daughter is serving at Bagram, and the enemy has it's sights on my family. I don't why.....but the sting seems so intense.
The only thing I felt I could do back then, is the same thing I feel I need to do today...believe in you..believe in me....and believe in the USA...
God Bless America..