I remember when that happened. I forgot where I was at the time, though. All I remember is watching the news with my mom and asking something on the lines of "What's that building?" And then my mother shooed me out of the room so I wouldn't see all of the death and destruction.

Man, I was such an ignorant child back then. Now I regret being so stupid, saying things like "Who cares?" And going back to my toys. Now that I'm older I see what a tragedy this is.

I feel bad for the families that lost their husbands and fathers more than the troops themselves. They died for a cause, but the families had to suffer. I'm just glad that it wasn't worse, as bad as it was.