On that day, Sept. 11th, 2001 I was home from work to take my son to a doctors appointment.
Once the reality set in that we were under attack and after the towers collapsed I took my flag up on my roof and mounted it right at the peak. Looking back on that moment I think I was still in shock when I did it, but I couldn't think of anything else to do at that moment.
Nine years later I can no longer go up on my roof due to physical limitations but I have a nice flagpole in front of my house that's flown a Gadsden flag every day since the day this muslim piece of shit we have for a "pResident" was "elected" but today the American flag flies high and proud.
Never Forget.
I am glad 9/11 is aptly named PATRIOT DAY in observance and rememberance of 9/11.