Tomorrow marks the tenth anniversary of another date in history that will forever live in infamy. To think of those who died in the World Trade Centers and even those who died trying to save them makes my heart just weep. But at the same time I remember that day with an indescribable feeling of Patriotism for My Country and My Nation. God Bless America. And God Bless those who died on that day. This doesn't exclude of course those who don't live in the USA. Where were you? I was just minding my own business at home, working on my school work. The TV was on in the background and one of us kids (I was eleven at the time) switched the channel. The first thing we all saw was the huge outline of one of the World Trade Centers, shimmering in the morning smog. It was smoking too. And I distinctly remember reading the, "Breaking News" headline at the bottom. All of use kids didn't even know what was happening. But something in our gut told us it wasn't good. I said so myself. "Something's not right." And one of us ran upstairs to our parents' bedroom and told our mom. It wasn't until later that day when we found out bits and pieces of the truth from our mom who just stayed glued to her TV set up in her room.