I was 17, at school in math class. Another teacher came in and told us to turn the TV on. We sat silent in disbelief. Then the unthinkable happened. We watched the second tower get hit on live television. An image that would play over and over on our tv's and in our minds. We watched as people jumped and I remember asking my teacher what was flying out of windows. She told me it was "probably debris", but we both knew it was not debris. My cousin (who was more like a sibling) was in bootcamp at Parris Island at that time. I immediately thought about what this meant for him and our family.
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