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Fine, I'll admit it.
Sep. 11th, 2001 10:48 amI'm scared. I'm very scared. I'm not even a mile from the destruction. I woke up bright and early today, ready to get to work and carry on a perfectly normal day.
Then, ever watch Looney Tunes? When someone's in a prop plane going down? You know that sound? That's exactly what I heard, followed by a loud boom, and some kind of crinkling subtly intermixed. The sound of a fireball twisting metal and shattering glass. So, what can I do? I go to the balcony. And all I see is the shiniest remnants of a ticker tape parade I can imagine. See, from where I am, I can't see the World Trade Towers. So, I turned on the news.
By now, we all know what happened, so I won't bother elaborating. When the first Tower collapsed, I called my father. As of that point, he was fine. He can't leave work, because he's so close, that he's stuck in a cloud of debris, depending on the building's filtration system to get fresh air to him. It'll probably be semi-stale, but it's enough to survive off of.
I can't go home, because the cloud has spread north of Chambers, probably already enveloping Independence Plaza.
Kids started school just last week. At Stuy, you don't start full days until Monday. So they were heading in when the Towers got hit. For Christ's sake, they're not just targeting landmarks, they've snuffed out hundreds of lives in this suicide bombing. I'd call it a kamikaze strike, except for the significance of the term. "Divine Wind" my ass.
If they want to attempt terrorism against us, they're clearly setting their sights on the wrong nation. We're being led by a War Hawk. The dove has long since withdrawn its olive branch. Knowing Bush Jr., it's fairly obvious that while he may not be able to get Congress to declare war (against what? A handful of fanatics?), but military action will be taken, and we've all seen how effective we can be at *that*
That said, may God have mercy on us all. I don't want to be drafted. It's not my fight. Hell, it's barely our country's fight! I've got a lot more to do with my life than to waste it exacting vengeance on someone else. It's not personal, and I hope it stays that way.
Then, ever watch Looney Tunes? When someone's in a prop plane going down? You know that sound? That's exactly what I heard, followed by a loud boom, and some kind of crinkling subtly intermixed. The sound of a fireball twisting metal and shattering glass. So, what can I do? I go to the balcony. And all I see is the shiniest remnants of a ticker tape parade I can imagine. See, from where I am, I can't see the World Trade Towers. So, I turned on the news.
By now, we all know what happened, so I won't bother elaborating. When the first Tower collapsed, I called my father. As of that point, he was fine. He can't leave work, because he's so close, that he's stuck in a cloud of debris, depending on the building's filtration system to get fresh air to him. It'll probably be semi-stale, but it's enough to survive off of.
I can't go home, because the cloud has spread north of Chambers, probably already enveloping Independence Plaza.
Kids started school just last week. At Stuy, you don't start full days until Monday. So they were heading in when the Towers got hit. For Christ's sake, they're not just targeting landmarks, they've snuffed out hundreds of lives in this suicide bombing. I'd call it a kamikaze strike, except for the significance of the term. "Divine Wind" my ass.
If they want to attempt terrorism against us, they're clearly setting their sights on the wrong nation. We're being led by a War Hawk. The dove has long since withdrawn its olive branch. Knowing Bush Jr., it's fairly obvious that while he may not be able to get Congress to declare war (against what? A handful of fanatics?), but military action will be taken, and we've all seen how effective we can be at *that*
That said, may God have mercy on us all. I don't want to be drafted. It's not my fight. Hell, it's barely our country's fight! I've got a lot more to do with my life than to waste it exacting vengeance on someone else. It's not personal, and I hope it stays that way.
