Eighteen Years Later

Tad came home from school today.  He has US History this year, and I wondered if they would say anything about 9/11.

“Mom, we watched two YouTube videos today in history.”

“Yeah?”

“There were airplanes that flew into the World Trade buildings, and they fell down.  And they rebuilt one new tower.  But they shoot up big light beams on this day.  And there was an airplane that hit the Pentagon, and that fell down.”

“No, it didn’t.  The Pentagon is still there.  They rebuilt it.”

“They did?”

“Yeah, when we went to Washington DC, Dad and Ane and I went to the Pentagon with Uncle Hannibal, and he gave us a tour.”

“He did?”

“Uh-huh.  Dad and Ane and I went to the 9/11 Memorial Chapel at the Pentagon and signed the visitors’ book.”

“How come I didn’t get to go?”

“Because you were almost nine, so you were still little.”

“Well, where was I when you went to the Pentagon?”

“You and your brothers stayed with Aunt Q-Bee that day, and played with your cousins.”

“Oh yeah, I remember that.”

It’s a beginning.  Never Forget.

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