On that sunny Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001, lecture finished early in Mr. Fraunberger’s AP Biology class. We were all just sitting around, talking, and waiting for the bell for second block to ring when our principal went on the PA system to announce that a plane had just crashed into one of the Twin Towers. Students whose parents worked at the World Trade Center were instructed to go to the auditorium immediately, while the rest of us proceeded with our schedule.
On that sunny Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001, I was sitting in a classroom, surrounded by people I had known for years and with whom my 9/11 experience will always be closely tied. A decade later, I am standing at the Pentagon Memorial, surrounded by total strangers, each of whom has a different story to tell.
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