Today was a the day. 9/11 Alfred hated this day. It felt heavy and lifeless. He breathed in depressed air or so it seemed. But, he told himself he would not be sad. He wouldn't cry again. No one would brake him he was the hero after all. This wasn't a day to sit it was a day to pay tribute to those who had there lives taken away. In fact this was about his people not him. This was a day that despite the way he recalled the fumes of jet fuel incenarting steel and the great cloud of black smoke clashing with the blue sky that was so much like his eyes that he would pull through. No, we would pull through. America had a theory he was the hero. So if he represented his people they must all be heroes. A fact that 9/11 proved true. Wasn't the rescue workers that reacted so fast to help those in need. Wasn't the people in united 93 that saved countless others by sacrificingthemselves? Of course it was. Didn't his people pull together to help one another out. So in the end for Alfred F. Jones this was a day to remember and thank his people for showing there resiliences and heroness.

God Bless America Thank you to all who put there fears away to help others you will never be forgotten