What the f#%k! Did that seriously just happen? The media replayed the images of those two planes flying into the Twin Towers over and over again. Each time it hit, I winced. This can't be real. "Another plane has crashed into the Pentagon", the reporter announced..."another in a field...it appears the passengers tried to overpower the hijackers". In that very moment, every belief I had about the USA being the strongest, most impenetrable country in the world, was shattered. It made me so fearful for the future.
I cried.
I couldn't pull myself away from the television. The explosions and resulting collapse of those two proud buildings. People running for their lives. Rescue workers putting their own safety ahead of others in the name of duty...many of them not making it out alive. The same footage repeated for days on end...new angles filmed by tourists and security cameras, played ad nauseum. Listening to the telephone calls made from the aeroplanes brought a lump to my throat. Seeing George W. Bush's head drop as he was told the news. Still so very unbelievable. The image that will haunt me forever is watching people choose to jump to their deaths because they couldn't escape the Twin Towers. I can't even begin to imagine what they had to be thinking at that very point in time. Nearly 3,000 people died that day.
I cried again.
With the 10th anniversary of the attacks on 9/11, all of those emotions have been stirred up again. I have been watching the memorial footage and follow up stories of survivors and children of those who were killed.
I don't think I'm done crying.
