Tuesday, September 11, 2012

where were you...


On Sept 11, 2001 we were attacked and it became one of the most watched and documented tragedies in history. On Sept 12, 2001 I witnessed the United States come together like never before. Never before had I seen so many flags hung proudly from homes stating the fact that "we are Americans and we will fight back!" Everywhere I drove I saw red, white and blue. It was a such a sight and made me honored to be an American. It was then that I realized how strong we were and how proud we are to live in the U.S.A. My only wish now, is that Americans would still have that sense of pride and remember the many men and woman fighting every single day for them. Flags are still up but not nearly to the extent of what they were in the weeks following the tragedy of 9/11. Today, my flag hangs proudly from our house and I notice the American flag everywhere I go. It means even more to me today because I now know how many people have died protecting it and my brother is one of them.

Today is Sept 11, 2012. Today we remember the many men, women and children who died on that fateful day and we honor the men and women who have fought since then. We are Americans and we are proud!

I think of 9/11 and I think of this song by Alan Jackson because he sang it right.. "Where were you when the world stopped turning.. ?" If you were old enough when the attacks happened, you will never forget where you were when those planes crashed into the Twin Towers.

Where were you when the world stopped turnin'
That September day?
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Or workin' on some stage in L.A.?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Risin' against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor,
Or did you just sit down and cry?

Did you weep for the children, they lost their dear loved ones,
Pray for the ones who don't know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below?
Did you burst out in pride for the red, white, and blue
And heroes who died just doin' what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?

I'm just a singer of simple songs.
I'm not a real political man.
I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you
The diff'rence in Iraq and Iran.
But I know Jesus and I talk to God,
And I remember this from when I was young:
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love.

Where were you when the world stopped turnin'
That September day?
Teachin' a class full of innocent children
Or drivin' on some cold interstate?
Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor?
In a crowded room did you feel alone?
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her?
Did you dust off that Bible at home?

Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened,
Close your eyes and not go to sleep?
Did you notice the sunset for the first time in ages
And speak to some stranger on the street?
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow,
Go out and buy you a gun?
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'
And turn on ""I Love Lucy"" reruns?
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger,
Stand in line to give your own blood?
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your fam'ly,
Thank God you had somebody to love?

I'm just a singer of simple songs.
I'm not a real political man.
I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you
The diff'rence in Iraq and Iran.
But I know Jesus and I talk to God,
And I remember this from when I was young:
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love.
I'm just a singer of simple songs.
I'm not a real political man.
I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you
The diff'rence in Iraq and Iran.
But I know Jesus and I talk to God,
And I remember this from when I was young:
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love.

And the greatest is love,
And the greatest is love.

Where were you when the world stopped turnin'
That September day?








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