Americans. They stand, heads held high, their chins bold and unafraid. Freedom. Stars and stripes. Stars and scars.
Growing up after the tragedy of 9/11, you hear stories. Stories of soldiers who gave their lives, of people who escaped the Twin Towers, of people who watched two planes take the lives of thousands of innocent people.
I am not a survivor myself. I was only one year old. We were celebrating my sister’s birthday at SeaWorld when it began. I can’t remember what happened, all I know from the stories was everyone was shocked.
AMERICA the land of the free and the brave. America proved we were brave that day.
People lost their families and their friends that day. People who did absolutely nothing wrong.
I’m proud to be an American, especially today.
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there