I will never forget the moment I heard we were under attack. I was sitting in a meeting with my boss, and there was a knock on the door that brought the life changing news.

       A fellow employee opened the door.He looked eerily strange to me, his white complextion, his shaky hands. His normal steady voice coming out something of a whisper.  The words he spoke didn't make any sense. "Under attack?" The pentagon was just hit?  The twin towers are on fire? Is this a joke? It's a terrible joke right?  This is the United States, we dont come under attack.  As I searched his eyes for any sign of relief, I recieved none.  Just this dead on stare that looked like two eyes peeking out from under a white sheet.  This was real.

       I shut down my branch that day, sent my employees home, and drove home to watch the TV.  I didn't eat, I didn't answer the phone, I didn't even sleep that night.
         
       I hang my flag every morning on my house, take it down each night.  Today, as I hung that flag it meant so much more than any other day possible could.  I walked into the garage, found another flag, and hung that one too!!!     
                     
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