Each time I see a plane fly over me...I feel the pain of that day. I grew up in Suffield near Bradley. My parents are still there and I visit them often and each time visit and a plan flys over I think of that day. I miss the A 10's we had. My mom calls Bradley when a plane flys directly over the house. She would b!tch that it's off path and too low. As a teenager I asked her why don't you call when the A 10's fly low over the house? She sat me down and explained to me that the A 10's flying over the house is the sound of freedom. I smiled and said dad married a smart woman.
I have been to the 9/11 Musem. It's a beautiful tribute, but I left angry just the same way I entered. I'm glad I did it.