09/11/2026
On September 11, 2001, I was ten years old and sitting in my fifth-grade classroom.
Nobody really understood what was happening. Kids started going home early, and the first rumor spreading through our class was that Oak Ridge had blown up. My teacher chose not to turn on the television, so I didn’t see the images or begin to understand the truth until I got home with Mom.
In the months that followed, I watched our country go to war on television. Alan Jackson’s “Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning” made me cry. Then I heard Toby Keith’s “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue,” and something in that ten-year-old East Tennessee boy decided he wanted to serve his country.
Today, my heart is with every family and every survivor who still carries the weight of that day. The rest of us remember it once a year, but for many of them, I know it can still feel like yesterday.