I was at work, approximately 30 miles from ground zero. One of my co-workers got a phone call from his wife a few minutes after the first plane hit the north tower. And she was worried. It turns out that friends of their's were staying overnight not too far from The World Trade Center complex. My co-worker and I then jumped on my computer to see if we could get some details about what we thought at the time was just a plane crash. And, as limited details came in through the internet, we then decided to go check out the news on the TV in our plant's cafeteria to see if we could get more detailed information about the plane crash. And, as we sat there in the cafeteria taking in the information about the plane crash, the second plane hit the south tower right before our eyes. Needless to say, we didn't walk away from the TV...and neither did the vast majority of the day-shift hourly workforce in our plant. And we continued to watch in horror as the two towers fell.

Living in the New York metropolitan area, it is difficult NOT to know someone who knows someone who knows someone personally who died in that terrorist attack on that awful day. In fact, best friends of my friend's cousin, a couple who both worked in the towers of the World Trade Center, died that day. My co-worker's friends were fortunate-they had gotten up early that morning and went uptown before the event took place. But, of course, almost 3000 people weren't so fortunate, including the passengers who died on the four planes involved in the attack and the people who died at The Pentagon-and the brave emergency workers who tried their very best to help save lives.

All I know is that, right now, over five years since the attack, I feel that justice still hasn't been served. Those innocent people sure better not have died in vain. This is all I'm going to say about this topic.