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It Began

Contributed by T_Mariie on Monday, 14th December 2009 @ 04:52:10 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

They say a tyrant always finds a pretext for his tyranny
Day turned to night but the tragedy and the freight stayed on everybody’s minds
And now 8 years later you can still hear the gut wrenching tears even as you sleep at night. Just another day up in NYC BOOM… silence as bodies and debris fall to the ground BOOM plane 2 Armageddon has become reality judgment days here staring at the screen in udder disbelief
Two twin bodies rising together and falling united like they came
Black smoke filled the air
The little girl clinching her mommy’s teddy bear the little boy headed to the football game could have never have known that he’d never again hear his daddy in the stands screaming louder than any other man
The significance of red and blue fire engines whizzing to the rescue
NYPD on the radios racing people to safety Thank you to our heroes
To be a hero is to hear a weak mans cries, to inspire to strive to do what ever it takes
Boarding a flight hijackers in disquise children waving to their parents
As they watch the planes fly take to the skies
So many unanswered questions
Why flight 93? Why the pentagon at10:03? From that day forward the 11th brings life into perspective
Every time a solider leaves and doesn’t come home alive it sends your mind into a world win
It takes us all back to the day where it all began

Copyright Â© T_Mariie ... [ 2009-12-14 04:52:10]
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Re: It Began (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 14th December 2009 @ 10:05:55 PM AEST
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I will never forget exactly what I was doing when this happened, as Im sure many will not. It was a day that changed us, I am sure more so for you New Yorkers.

Intense and indeed a very sad write......

Hugs
Michelle

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