Everyone remembers where they were. What I remember most from that morning ten years ago is a conversation I had with a classmate shortly after learning of the attacks. She had not seen the T.V. yet, and I was telling her what happened. At first she thought it had been an accident, but as I told her about the second plane and an explosion at the Pentagon her facial expression change. I’ll never forget the look on her face as she realized that these were attacks were intended, and not an accident.
Ten years ago I stood on Memorial Drive at a candlelight vigil to remember the victims of the attacks, and tonight I went back, for another candlelight vigil. The mood was somber and peaceful. Here are a few frames from the evening:
