Never Forget 9/11.

As many of you are aware, this weekend marks the 10-year anniversary of 9/11, the worst attack on the United States there has ever been. In my grandfather's time, tribute was paid to the bombings at Pearl Harbor, which he then served in the war as a result of. In my lifetime, it's the attack on the WTC, the Pentagon, and the crash of the plane United 93. I am not physically able to serve my country, but I do support my friends who are able and to those men and women I don't know who are currently putting boot to ass for my country.
I don't intend on making this post into a bigoted rant against the Middle East, Islam, Bush, Obama, or anything political, though I'm sure it'll be perceived that way. But, in my defense, I've lived ten years, a good chunk of my childhood and now adult life, in a state of war. I grew up listening each evening to the reports of the numbers of soldiers lost, of fear of the countries outside my own (Are these countries aiding the terrorists or aren't they? Doesn't the UK let terrorists live in the country in exchange for asylum and the vow to not bomb them? Did someone say Saddam over the intercom?), and of when and where the terrorists attacked next.
Regardless of how this post is perceived, the true intention of this post is to commemorate the lives of those lost in the attacks and to those who risk their lives, ten years later, to make sure an attack of this magnitude never happens again.

"Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?"