I don’t know how I could forget. I don’t think I really did. I was anxious, upset, irritable all day and especially during my scheduled night shift on Wednesday. I didn’t realize why until I got home Thursday morning and was crying for what I thought was no reason.
I was there. I was in the ER that morning as a student nurse. I saw things that a person should never have to experience, see, smell, or hear in their lifetime. War, at home, here in America. Did you ever think it was possible? I know I didn’t.
What makes us remember 9/11 and forget 4/19/95? Shame on me, and shame on America. We can never forget…
Life does go on, it's just maybe different.
3 comments:
I can't forget... My grandma worked in the building... We spent hours trying to find out where she was... For some reason she had the day off, unscheduled... A lot of her friends died...
~Lily
A very poignant entry xx
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i did not relise you were there sad day in america
Deb
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