I wake up. My alarm yelling at me telling me to get the hell up and move. I got out of my bed and went to take a shower, still my mind feeling almost dead from waking up. I get out and go downstairs to see my father, John, getting ready to head out. He says goodbye to me as he gives me a hug. He was the best guy in the world. My mom did drugs and she tried to attack me. She left us when I was only 10. She got locked up. And we never saw her again. My dad was all that was left. It was a Tuesday morning on September 11, 2001. My dad headed to work. He made just enough money to take care of me. He worked at the World Trade Center on what you would call the South Tower. He had only been working there for 2 years. My school started at 8:30. I finally got to school right on time. I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and rushed into class. We were in the middle of class when it happened. At exactly 8:46 we received news to come to the cafeteria immediately. Lots of people were confused, including me. We finally got there to see every body staring at the same tv. Lots of people were crying and yelling. I finally got to see what the tv was showing. The North Tower was hit by a plane. I stared in shock, not moving, not saying anything, just staring. I finally snapped out of it wondering what was happening to my father. I saw lots of people leave the school going to see if their family was ok. We all sat there freaking out and then, while staring at the television my heart broke. The South Tower was hit directly above my fathers office. I didn't know what to do. I fell into an unending cry. My father was gone. September 11, 2001 at 9:05 A.M. I just sat there crying. And then I just ran to my bike and rode. I didn't stop riding. I wondered what I was going to do with my life. I had no family, no friends, no life. I was empty. I stopped in a far away town and went to eat dinner with my lunch money. As I was eating I picked up a magazine that was by my table. As I am scrolling through I found something. It was an ad telling people to enlist in the army. And that's exactly what I did. I decided to get a job at a beauty store in that town. I never told anybody my story. I made $10 an hour. I worked 13 hours every day. Finally I had enough money. I purchased a phone and called a taxi. I told him to drive me to a store with an army enrollment sheet. I told the people to deliver it to the beauty store I worked at. When it finally came, the boss asked me why the hell there was a note from the army in their mail. I said nothing and just grabbed the note and ran out of there and went to go hide. I opened the letter and my eyes lit up. I was accepted into the army. I immediately drove over to the army camp. Right as I got there they tested me. Oh they tested me pretty damn hard. I had finally gotten through training and I was ready to go out. I was in the army for many years. It was March of 2011 when they told me the best thing ever. The U.S. army was planning to kill Osama Bin Ladin. It gave me the memory of my father. We trained and we trained and we trained. Finally on April 29th we were shipped to Pakistan where Osama was located at the time. On May 2nd of 2011, we attacked, destroying many forces of troops. Finally we made it into the compound. We are all circling the complex waiting for the call to attack and I'll never forget the suicide bomber that ran out of the complex. He was headed straight for us as he pressed the button. We all flew back and in the sounds of screaming pain I look down and my leg was gone. The bomber had blown my leg off. All of the troops except for 2 men attacked the base. Explosions going off as screams and gunshots are heard everywhere. I wouldn't have survived if it weren't for those 2 guys that stayed back. They were my life savers. They called in a chopper and they air lifted me away. As I'm looking up at the medic he told me I did it. I questioned what he meant and he told me that Osama was dead. It was the best thing I had ever heard. The man that killed my father was dead. 2 years later I was in a home with a child and a very great husband. My husband was the man that saved me. I loved him. I deeply loved him. I am Allison, and this is my story