The giant flag at Fort McHenry, Baltimore, Maryland. June 2004.
I remember everything about 9.11.01: what I was wearing, where I was, how I found out, how I freaked out because I couldn't reach my father to make sure he was not at the Pentagon that day, how I chain-smoked and saw the fighter planes flying over Boston, etc. I don't want to recount the details and relive it. I'm sure no one does. That's not what remembering 9.11.01 means.
September 11, 2004
I remember.
The giant flag at Fort McHenry, Baltimore, Maryland. June 2004.
I remember everything about 9.11.01: what I was wearing, where I was, how I found out, how I freaked out because I couldn't reach my father to make sure he was not at the Pentagon that day, how I chain-smoked and saw the fighter planes flying over Boston, etc. I don't want to recount the details and relive it. I'm sure no one does. That's not what remembering 9.11.01 means.
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