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September 11, 2001

Posted by Kragghle , in Life Sep 11 2008 · 42 views

Life
All over my nation, people morn over a tragic day when many people died due to a terrorist attack on the twin towers. Back then, that was the only thing I thought had happened, but now I know that the Pentagon was also hit and 93 was hijacked, but people had taken over the terrorists and landed the plan to their deaths before it could hit its target. Not only did people die, but many families were effected in this event. Many mother's sons and daughters went to their graves, and national symbols of pride turned into national symbols of solemn memorial. On that day, the president himself let his eyes water with tears.

Back then, I was a young boy. My younger sister and I were sent to the house of an aunt and uncle that day when my parent were at the hospital. The older of my two younger sisters went to my maternal grandparents. Back then, I was home-schooled. My aunt told me to just do my homework while I was there, and when I told here that I didn't have any, she turned on the news and told me to just watch that, and it would be my homework. They, my aunt and uncle, watched as well, as some towers were on the screen. Then I saw the plane hit the first of the two. I didn't know what these towers were, not until later. I just thought they were any old tower. Then the second hit. My aunt gasped "oh no!", and the commentator on the news said that he at first thought it was just a lousy pilot, but it was now clearly an act of terrorism. That was the one thing that was clear to me back then, that we had been attacked. As my father later described it to me, the people who did it thought that they would go to heaven for their action. I was also soon told what the World Trade Centers were.

Back then, when I saw the towers fall from the sky down to dust, I didn't morn. Today, I still don't. My mother was at the hospital because she was pregnant. Later that night, my baby sister was born. Because of that, I look at this date with mixed feelings. Today, on the seventh anniversary of the day when the towers no longer cast their shadow, my sister is having her seventh birthday. I look back at that day, and I see two events. I see death, and I see life at the same time. In my personal history, it will just amount to one very abnormal day, with family joys and national griefs, neither of witch are dominant.

I can't quite tell my sister "happy birthday", since it won't be happy, so instead, "This birthday's to you, sis."

Love,
Big Brother


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Queen Anora Mac Tir
Sep 11 2008 01:30 PM
Ooh. Well done, it expresses proper emphasisssssss... You did not just right this as an essay, did you?

As a heartfelt story, it certainly works here. I can't cry about it, because I never have been the type to cry about things that never affected me. Not even with my dad covered in crimson and blue, not even as I saw his heart rate slow, not even as we stared at the clock expecting to see a blank screen on the pulse monitor and an insistent beep, ne'er then did I even bat a tear. To say I'm not sorry for the things that happened would be a lie, but at the same time, I never could feel all that much sympathy.

((On that note, I almost always get tears when I hear or see stories of love and compassion, and of the type of family I always wanted. I can never help but cry a storm when I am exposed to them. It hurts so terribly.))

Nothing special happened on that day. I was mezmerized by the twin towers rumbling to the ground, but I never felt much feelings. Seven years later, I still remember standing in the master bedroom, watching the small TV screen, but there still is no feeling. I sometimes wonder if I am too much a stone, but I think it's best like that. You never see a rock get in trouble, now, do you?

~EW~
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