9/11 is a sensitive subject area for many people. I was a senior in high school when the attack happened and I remember watching television while eating my breakfast when all the channels switched to breaking news...I did not see the first tower get hit but I was glued to my television when the second one hit. The only time that day I did not have my eyes glued to the television was going to and from school. I was in my spanish class watching CNN when the towers fell. The principal got on the intercom and said that we were to stay in those classes for the remainder of the day and if we needed to go home we would not be penalized for missing class. It was surreal. Sitting in with classmates, crying with classmates and teachers, texting loved ones.

We knew that it would change our lives and it did. My graduating class had 422 students, of those 422, 108 joined the military. Only 30 were already planning on joining after graduation, but after 9/11... Luckily all 108 of my classmates all have made it home safe and the majority of whom are now out of the military. All but three served in Iraq or Afganistan, some served in both places. Some were sent out, came home, and sent out again. Some were injured, none very bad but knowing so many people who served, knowing that the majority of those serving are my age or younger, it is scary.

A crazy thought. One that I am not sure if the polititians think about when they talk about the war. They know what it was like during Vietnam, the Cold War, and the first Gulf War. This war is different. Weapons are more advanced, the soldiers are learning as they go instead of the major training before they are sent out, there are not enough soldiers to fight this war.

I am not trying to push my political opinions on anyone and hope that through my story I have left my opinions out and used only facts from the day and portrayed the feelings of those affected. Please share your stories, I know it is a hard thing to talk about, and there are so many people reading my story. Please comment, everyone was affected and it does not matter if you were 2 or 92 when the attack happened, or if you were not even born yet! It changed the world and everyone should have some sort of reaction to this story, I just want you to share it!

Hope you are still enjoying my story, there are going to be several more chapters and I would like to put in more personal stories, so if you have any you want to be shared let me know!

I called Brennan tonight and she said that her and Booth just left the park after spending the evening with Payton and Levi. She said she had a blast, as she always does when she gets to see her old friend. I told her that we were all going to drive up early for the memorial and she said that we should meet her for breakfast.

Then Booth stole the phone, "Hi Ange, thanks for letting me kidnap your friend. She helped me do things this week I have been too chicken to do for the last seven years."

"I am glad Booth. See you for breakfast."

"Wait, Ange would you be able to pick up Parker from Rebecca's and bring him up?" He asked me. I told him I would and he said that he had already arranged with Rebecca for her to get him and miss a day of school.

"Am I still suppose to pretend that I don't know where Rebecca's is and ask for directions?" I asked sarcastically.

"Thanks Angela. See you guys in the morning."

"Anytime G-Man." I said and he got off the phone.

It was great to hear that my two best friends, other than Jack were finally dealing with all the crap they have been hiding away for so long, mostly Booth. Bren has at least made an attempt to get past what has happened.

I got off the phone and went across the lab and stopped behind Jack. "Can we play nice for a day and all go to the memorial together?" I asked.

"Angie you know I would do anything for you." He answered turning around and giving me a hug. It had been awkward since we broke off our engagement and there were many moments I just wanted to grab him and drag him off to the closest storage room, but there were just as many where I felt like I could rip off his head.

"Cam and Sweets are going with us and we have to pick up Parker on the way."

"A full car…hmm…which one should I drive?" He asked me.

I hit him on the shoulder and sarcastically answered, "A red one."

"Do you want to stay at my place tonight so it is one less stop in the morning?" He asked me walking into my office a little while later.

"Cam and Sweets are meeting us at your place at three and we are picking up Parker twenty minutes later."

"Angela do you want to stay at my place tonight?" He asked me again.

I didn't know what to say, I wanted to scream out yes and run into his arms and go back to what we were before but I knew I couldn't. Neither of us were ready for that. He must have sensed my tension and put his hand on mine, "Ange as friends. You can stay in one of the guest rooms if you feel more comfortable."

I nodded and let him lead me out to his car and we went back to his place, the place I called home for over a year. What a week this has been. I hope everything goes well tomorrow.