For my parents it was December 7,1941 and they never forgot what they were doing that day all of their lives.
For me it has to be September 11, 2001
I remember where I was, what I was doing and watching my fellow Americans paying the price for being in America and in the wrong place.
I remember being in the plane just after the skies were open to fly and our pilot took us as close as he could so we could see from the sky what the world trade center looked like he even banked the plane so we got a very clear view all 30 of us passengers on a 737 jet.
I hope and pray today is not a repeat of that sad day for America.
God bless each and everyone of us this day and that we remember America is a God fearing Nation.