I remember standing outside of Kenan Hall at Flagler College and hearing that a plane had crashed into one of the towers.
I remember sitting in class and an administrator interrupting class to tell us that a second plane had hit the second tower, the country was under terrorist attack and all classes were cancelled.
I remember sitting in the student lounge and watching the first tower come down.
I remember sitting with my girlfriend (now my wife) at her house watching the second tower come down.
I remember the anger and the hurt and the sadness I felt.
I remember the rescue workers frantically digging.
I remember firefighters carrying their own out of the rubble.
I remember the panic and heartache of those trying to find their loved ones.
I remember when “rescue” became “recovery”.
I remember President Bush standing in the rubble.
I remember the Pentagon.
I remember the field in Pennsylvania.
I remember why we went to war.
I remember. And I will never forget.