That Tuesday morning, I went through my normal routine of taking the kids to school, coming back home, scanning the newspaper, and listening to sports radio. What ran across the radio was that an airplane had flown into one of the World Trade Center Towers. I lowered the radio sound and turned the television on, and after about five minutes of watching and listening to what was going on, I could not believe what I had just witnessed. I saw the silhouette of a passenger jet fly into the other tower. As we come upon the anniversary of those terrible attacks on our nation, I was reminded of that eerie silence that was over Love Field Airport that day. Five hours had passed since the first attack, and all aircraft across the nation had been grounded. I've been going to Love Field for the past 17 years and had become so accustomed to hearing the airport noises like aircraft taking off and landing. But when I arrived to work on September 11th, 2001 at 2pm, I noticed that things were already different, mainly the sound, or the lack thereof, as I walked, along with other Coworkers, on the ramp area just outside of the maintenance hangar. The one thing we talked about the most was how quiet it was, and that meant something was wrong. Let's not forget those who were lost on that day and those who were lost fighting for our freedom--and please pray for those who are still fighting for us.