Hello, all. Someone told their story about September 11th, and I will also do so, since that day was an important one for many people. For over 2,000, it was their last, and for as many families, it is probably remembered with resentment,
sadness, and other such powerful emotions. I am fortunate not to be one of those who lost a loved one, a friend, etc, but it still made me sad that so many died because of the actions of so few a number of corrupt people.
I was in my freshman year of high school (9th grade), and my first period was Algebra. It was between 8:45 and 9:00 that morning when our teacher, Mrs. Kolmann (I think I'm spelling her name right) came in and asked us if any of us had seen the
news. I had not, so I was one of the first to shake my head and tell the rest that I had indeed not seen this morning's news.
It was then that she told us about the crashing of passenger jets into the World Trade Center's twin towers, whatever that was. I had no idea at that time that that building even existed. So my only reaction at that time was immediate sorrow for
the lives ended by the crash of the plane or planes. I thought that people on the planes must have died in that, and then logic told me that people working at a building with towers in it would probably also have died because of something running
into them the size of an airplane. So I felt sorry for that loss of life.
Only later in the day, of course, did I learn that terrorists who practiced a corrupt form of the Islamic religion were responsible for the over 2,500 deaths those crashes had caused. I was angry! How could any being kill innocent people in a
completely unnecessary attack like this? It was just morally wrong to target your average person who is doing nothing wrong, and just going about his daily life.
For I learned that it had happened at a government facility as well, the Pentagon. That made me mad too, but that target at least made sense to me. It is an installation that represents part of our government's functioning, and thus attacking it
would terrorize people, particularly the American government workers. But again, that loss of life of people who weren't soldiers still disturbed me.
And then the sad one, the crash of the plane in Pennsylvania of that one plane where the passengers managed, heroically, to storm the cockpit and prevent that craft from crashing into another building (I forget which one the news said that plane
was intended for.). At least the loss of life was contained to just the compliment of that plane, I thought. But still unnecessary. My only satisfaction with that event was that the terrorists on there had not completed their grim missions. If a
hell existed, I hoped that they and their friends on the other planes would go there until they learned and truly regretted what they had done to so many families in just one day, and just a few hours.
Dinnertime was a daze as well. I remember my dad made tostadas (fried tortillas topped with beans, lettuce, and cheese) and spanish rice that night. It was good food, but my thoughts were still circling the events of the morning, as they had been
throughout the day during my classes. I remember that the TV was on (an unusual thing for dinner with our family. Dad is one of those who insists that there be no talking or TV at the dinner table, which I find extremely annoying!), and we were all
rivetted to the news. I believe that's when the fire crews were starting to attempt to recover survivors and clear away some of the grizzly debris.
I'm not extremely patriotic, like some people are, thus I hated having to say the Pledge of Allegiance every morning at school. America is, for me, a nice, mostly safe place to live, and I'm happy to be here now that I know some of its better,
less violent history, and the people who are my fellow citizens. So the 9 11 attacks were not so much an affront on our country in my view, but rather a needless display of cold malice and aggression on innocent men and women, and thus their
surviving children and loved ones. The very idea that some being, whatever their species or nationality, could deliberately harm another being (same criteria apply) without the victim being either prepared or even able to defend itself from that
attack is appalling!
So do I remember the September 11th, 2001 attacks? You bet I do! They are a shameful part of our planet's history, on what seems to me to be an almost equal field as the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bombings at the end of World War 2 back in 1944
or 45, I forget the exact date. The point for me is that nothing like either of these events should have happened, and if we are vigilant, they never will again.
Sorry for the long message, but I wanted to give not just my story of 9 11,
but my feelings and an insight into how my mind works as well. I hope all of
you have a good day today.
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Marvin Vasquez
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Skype: marvintva2010
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