5 years ago, I was in sophmore year of school. I was sitting in the library, trying to talk to one of my best friends who was in New York City. She disappeared and on TV, I discovered that the first plane had hit. I joined the students and teachers who were around the TV and I watched the second tower hit on TV, and in horror, I watched the towers crumble. My friend no longer answered my replies on AIM. I had to shift to classes, but I kept remembering her silence and I was silently terrified. I found out later that my friend was safe. She had been evacuated without a chance to say good-bye.
I heard the principal announce that school would continue as Pres. Bush ordered, so it wouldn't look as though Amercia were weak. I also heard that Palo, one of the nuclear power plants in the county was. Then there is Rockwell Collins. A government facility here in town that makes parts for jets and shuttles and rockets.
I also learned that my fiance almost lost his uncle, who was a lawyer in New York at the time. His uncle was there, watching the towers sway after the planes hit. He was at the head of the stampede away from the towers, right before and as they were falling.
We were both lucky. But others were not.
There was also Flight 93, where passengers rebelled against terrorists, preventing possibly more death. The plane that hit the pentagon. Of course, this was never covered as in depth as the Twin Towers, but they were significant too. Don't ever think differently.
That day, no plane was allowed to fly. The president was in hiding, supposedly aboard Air Force One, but most likely hidden on the ground in a secret hideaway. Millions fled to gas stations for fear of a sharp increase in gas prices. There were, but did you know it was illegal? They're only allowed to raise the prices by 25 cents. They raised it by dollars. Eventually they got fined and had to pay their customers back, as long as their customers had their receipts.
I remember the lines being blocks long. Having to pump gas and run orders in and out of the store. Watching people panic and cry, angry and scared, shouting and pushing. More like animals than people. Walking home, I looked up and while I saw stars, I also saw what must have either the fighter jets that escourt and guard Air Force One, or Air Force One itself flying. It was almost comforting, if there had been more in the air.
My heart goes out to all those families affected. Children who grew up not knowing Daddy or Mommy. Not understanding why they didn't have a daddy or mommy like other kids. Why their Daddies an Mommies were even killed. The mothers who lost their husbands. Parents who lost their children. I can't imagine how they got through this. How they continue to. They have more courage than I by a hundred thousand tenfold.
I can't believe it's been 5 years already. I am honestly disturbed and angry that they have already made movies of these events, but what say have I?
The "Healing Field" around the nation proves just how uncomprehendible the number was: 3,000 US flags now stand, honoring the memory of those who died when the Towers fell. I hope this helps those mourning still, that these fields actually do heal them.
But the one thing is: We Are America. We have never given up and we never will!
NEVER FORGET THAT! THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT!
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