By Charlie Daniels | September 11, 2017 | Excerpted from cnsnews.com
There are a few days in my life when I remember the location and the circumstances of my surroundings, when I learned about events that really meant something in my life.
I was only five when Pearl Harbor was bombed, but I recall it well.
I was eight the when victory over Hitler’s Nazis was declared, but I remember the celebrations and jubilation.
I remember where I was when man first walked on the moon, the day Elvis died, the night Lynyrd Skynyrd’s plane went down and many other vivid memories that had an effect on me in a personal or professional manner.
But my most poignant and bruising memory was on September 11, 2001 when Charlie, Jr. called me and told me that a plane had crashed into the WTC twin towers in New York, shortly followed by another, a plane crash in the Pennsylvania country side and yet another crash into the Pentagon.
It was the most confusing day I can ever remember, as America Continue reading