Monday, September 11, 2006

5 years and still looking for answers

Its been five tedious years since that day that two planes hit the World Trade Center buildings, one hit the Pentagon, and another, Flight 93, believed inteaded for the capitol was brought down by its passangers in a Pennsylvania. Five years of speaches, memorials, and searching for the man held responsible. Five years of being grabbed by the throat in fear of another attack. Five years, one day, four planes, 2,749 dead in New York, 179 at the pentagon, and the 40 passangers of Flight 93. An event that still rings in your mind like it happened yesterday. An event that sparked two wars and unfortunatly much discrimination against the Muslim community. I still remember that day five years ago, I was going to St. Patricks Catholic school and I came up from music class and our math teacher had the television on she explained what happened in shady detail because even she wasn't sure. The school day passed as we watched these events unfold on CNN. I didn't know how to act or what to think/ feel about the situation because never seen anything like this short of the Oklahoma City bombing and even then I didn't understand. When I finally got home my mom was sitting on the couch crying and i remember not understanding why. I don't remember what she said to me but whatever it was it didn't help, i was still confused, almost emotionless, everyone just kept talking as if it would make me understand; but i think it really just made them feel better but i'm still not sure. It was almost like when a friend or loved one dies. The confusion, trying to convince yourself it didn't happen, while others try to convince that everything will get better. The intelegence report prior to the attack warning the President of the attack was ignored. We started a world-wide manhunt of somebody we still cant find. Used it as a staple for political decisions. And used it to start another war in a different reason. Five years and still no real answers.


Tamra Jennell said...

I can also remember that day like it was yesterday. I was in Mr. Rundle's 5th grade class. I never really lost anyone to it. But it still felt like I did. I understand the feeling. That was the day that would either make us or break us.

Crzykayla said...

I think that Sept. 11 will kind of be like the day Presdident Kennedy was shot you will always remember what you were doing and where you were.