My husband is a firefighter

In 1993, my husband was in the job search market, he had a job he loved in a field he was good at. The down-sizing of the early 90's, left him with an awesome severance package and 6 months to find a new job.

It was during this 6 months that he told me he wanted to become a firefighter.

My husband graduated from the City of Denver Fire Department Academy in May of 1994.

After some time, Matt was hired by the city of Walla Walla Fire Department.

It was while he was working for Walla Walla that I got a call from him early one morning to turn on the TV. A plane had crashed into one of the twin towers of the World Trade Center.

As the morning unfolded horrifically, I remember each and every minute, where I was and what I was doing. As the day moved into night, and the realization that firefighters just like my husband, had kissed their wives, hugged their kids and gone to work that morning, just like so many other mornings.......were now never coming home. I was overcome with a grief that to this day has never left me. 343 New York City Fire Department firefighters lost their lives that day.

My husband says that he is there for people on one of the worst days of their lives. My husband and his fellow firefighters walk straight into trouble, while helping others away from it.
It is a sad day when anyone whose life and occupation are committed to helping others is harmed in that dedication. 9-11 is such a very sad day.

May we never forget those who died, may we never forget those who planned and orchestrated such horror.

May we bring them to justice for their crimes.