Where were you?

There are moments that define generations. For years people have asked, "Where were you when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor?" or "Where were you when Kennedy was assassinated?" It is impossible not to ask these questions for the events changed the path of modern American history.

My generation bears a huge load, one that many have argued could tear the nation apart. We will be asked, "Where were you on September 11, 2001?" The answer is simple. I was getting ready to go to an early morning English class in my sophomore year of high school when my Mom turned on the radio and told me that this was important. I was in class when the towers came crashing down. At the time I didn't realize what a BIG FUCKING DEAL it was.

 It is my generation that pays the highest price for the war. That price cannot have a number attached to it (although the government may try), it is life.
 

This is what is defining my generation. 9/11 and war. The news last night about the death of the ultimate douchebag, Osama Bin Laden, is bittersweet. It should signify the end of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, but it won't. It should bring more peace, but there will be retaliations. This will be a night in which we will be asked "Where were you when Bin Laden was killed?"