Times were a lot easier before September 11th, 2001. When the world was at peace for the most part, and soldier families were still together, but now most of those family times are just vacant memories to the loved ones of the fallen heroes. The mayhem of the day was just at a far distance depending on which side of the U.S. you awoke to.
I was one of the fortunate ones to witness the horror and the grieving from afar. I could only imagine the shock and worry that the New Yorkers felt, when they gazed outside to view a home under fire. The dark smoke covered the city, and I along with many others watched in horror as the second building fell.
We Watched in Horror
How it was to see many people, OUR PEOPLE, watch literally with fire in there eyes, fire of hope, fire of anger and last but not least the fire from the towers. It wasn't just the Men in Blue and yellow reaching out to save someone. The white and blue collars all came together in a force against our enemy. People took that last leap of faith out the windows of so far up just to see their families again. It didn't matter if we were at home seeing it on the television, or watching out our windows. I knew we all felt the fear.
My Account
Going to school wasn't any different that Tuesday morning. I made my way to the library to return a book that's name no longer exist in my memory. My memory instead has still, and always will, remember when the television was on and that was VERY unusual because it was never on unless something was going on. When I looked up at the screen I thought to myself, what a horrible thing they are watching! Who would want to watch this? What country is this?. My outspoken thoughts were answered with, "This is history," as the librarian pointed up to the screen. "And that is New York."
A Poem to Remember
We watched the same thing on the same channel NO matter where we were, for as long as I can remember. The fear of us being killed at any second not knowing where the next strike was going to be, I wrote this sitting in the library later on in the week:
September Eleven
The day that all those people died,
Was the day I turned and cried.
Even though they didn't die in bed,
They gaveth their soul to the dead.
Close together everyone did come,
A lot, not a few, a couple or some.
That day that did change a lot of things,
Was the day those people grew their wings.
Though there shouldn't be any fighting anymore,
The young and old went out to war.
This day the people went to heaven,
Was that day of September Eleven.
Continuance of 9/11
The world six years later has not changed. The men and women of this country still fight to this day. Although we knew the hurt that it caused us that day, we still fight. Osama still lives among us on this earth, but yet we forget. Our minds no longer want to fight, but a part of us it has become. The war in Iraq started right after we ended the war in Afghanistan. No longer will we be at peace because just as they had come and hurt us we returned to hurt them. I do not believe that we are fighting for the right reasons anymore.
I, along with others who are living here in America today, are ready for September 11th to end. Is it anger against Saddam and Iraq or is it still the burning anguish of our souls that we're scarred on the days we became known as the Nation of Terror?
A Poem for Today
Six years has not just added age to me and a child, but it has changed the way I view my country. Here is my revised poem now that I am 20. My views have changed and so have my words:
September Eleven
The fires still flow in our minds eye,
We have to get tough ,we think, or die.
The three little word means an end will come,
To a lot, not a few, a couple or some.
Our soldiers fight on foriegn sand,
And because of our motto "United we Stand."
We must hear our little children die,
And relive the sound of our nations cry.
When will the killing come to and end,
When will sadness have time to mend?
The young and the old still go out to war,
My mind does not reside the feeling anymore.
And though it is now two thousand seven,
You know it all started on September Eleven.
I'm not sure why everyone gets so uptight about it. I mean, it's different if you lost someone on 9/11, but otherwise, I think it's a waste. It was 6 years ago, and everyone is still cursing the day. >< It's crazy.
I think we shouldn't have started a war over that, because it started up a whole lot of things that should have never happened. I mean, people are upset about losing loved ones in New York that day, but more people are being lost just fighting.