What About the Others

Hello the few (if any) readers. I am sorry I have not posted anything but i have been under the wight of a lot of class and a PE class that is kicking my butt ever day but lets move pass that.

So I have been posting a lot of History stuff but this is a history and news/politics blog and I think I found something that I want to post about that is in the news.

We all know what happened 8 years ago on this day and we all know where we were when it happened. Now why I am bring this up other then to note the sad day. Newsweek made a video call Generation 9/11. It features kids that where 10 when the event happened and what they and there family were doing. It was an interesting video but it real only focus on two groups. There were kids that were alive then but were not apart of it and they only had one person that had a family member in the towers that died. However, they did not focus on another group. The kids that lived overseas with there parents, that are in the army. I was one of them. The kids talked about the effects on there lives and how, for the most of them, it effected them but not a great deal. However, for me and the people that lived over seas it a lot changed for us. I had walked through the door of my house, after just being picked up from school by my fathers friend that was watching for the afternoon because my parents were working late, and turned to the TV which was on for my dogs. On the TV was two building that I did not know about and one was on fire. As I put my stuff down, a plane crashed in to the other tower. By the time the towers had fallen I knew what was happening. We were being attack. By then my father had called an had told us that he would not becoming home that night and that we need to lock all the doors and windows and cover them and do not let anyone in. Form then on I was in fear most of the time I was not in the my house or with my father or mother. Watching ever person in a crowd to see if I could tell if they had a bomb on them or a gun under is jacket or you exit out of the place so I knew where to run if I had to. The bases I when to school on and my parents worked on was on high alert. Every car was searched and people checked. At school we did bomb drills every month. My first time on a plane after it was an 8 hour trip of watching people as they got up, to see if they were going to try and take the plane over. After a few years the bases lowered its guard a little but It took me longer to relaxes a little and I still worry some times.

I am not saying that every kid that lived or lives over seas is like this but we are out there. I think people should know all the story, then just one side.