As a US citizen who was alive and well during the September 11th attacks, I don’t think I could come across this anniversary without remembering. I can remember the place I was when I heard about the attacks, the feeling of disbelief that I had when the first tower hit, I convinced 16-year-old me that it had to be a drunk pilot, and the horror of realizing that this was real.
I may not be from New York and I may not have had family on those planes, but it felt real to me. The fear, the anger, the frustration was very real for me. Every time this anniversary rolls around I remember those feelings. Now I am an adult living in another country where, to these people, September 11th is the day after September 10th.
I do feel alone. I know that other people understand how I feel, the fact that so many repercussions have happened due to these attacks. That so much has changed because of a terrorist organization. I guess the truth is, it’s not another country’s job to feel sorry for us. Feeling sorry for the United States every year doesn’t cut it. I hope that September 11th doesn’t fade into the background like Pearl Harbor Day or the day that President Kennedy was shot. Those days changed the face and make-up of the United State just like September 11th did; I just wish that nobody ever forgets the sacrifice or the tragedy–and that one day my anger will turn into hope.