The pain will always be there on 9-11; it will never go away as much as we want it to. Seeing our men in the war, they are dying everyday. What is it doing but hurting more families of lost soldiers? We cannot erase this hurt and can't get it out of our minds. We say to ourselves DID 911 really HAPPEN? Then we blink. YES IT DID. The hurt, the pain, it can't go away. No doctor can ever heal this pain.
*** Posted by PAMELA CAMPBELL on 2008-11-03 ***
This fateful day
By 7:07 Iím wide-awake
I turn my TV on to see buildings quake
I stare in awe
I think about my pa!
It begins to fall
All my dreams hit the wall
I thought America was a comfort zone
It chilled me to the bone
Nine one one, we want to say
Innocent lives were lost this day.
As the devil steals the lives of many
You could almost see him grin.
He sneers and scoffs, laughs, then smiles
He really thinks that he will win.
Taking down the towers that were twins.
He took away the next of kin while weíre all sitting here stunned
Someone do something! Sitting wonít stop him.
Getting on the bus as quiet as it could be
Sitting in my seat staring at my feet
Trying not to cry still staring at my feet.
I get to school my teacher is crying while the replay is happening
I ask her what's wrong she looks at me, tears in her eyes she pauses the TV
And looks back at me, points to a man jumping out of the building;
She says Iím sorry, I didnít think about the fact that this man
looked like Mike Mcnivy my dad. I take a closer look.
It is my dad
I think that all I want is for this fateful day to be over. It makes me mad.
My teacher asks can I bring you to your house?
The whole way home I was as quiet as a mouse.
As I opened the car door, I looked toward the scene
I donít know why this world has to be so mean.
As I go to bed I think about all that happened on this fateful day.
*** Posted by sarina staurseth on 2008-11-02 ***
That day started like any other day. Brushed my teeth; combed my hair. No one had thought that today was the day that many people would lose their lives to evil and hatred. When people noticed a plane flying low, they didn't know what it meant. Later they did. The plane they saw had crashed. Crashed into the twin towers. "Who would do such a thing? What will happen? Will it stand?" they thought. The people inside had no idea. They all had the same thought, "What is happening?" The building shook, the floors rumbled, yet it didn't fall, just yet. People hurried, trying to find a way out. Another plane came, the same as the first. Smoke rose from the towers, people running out, but the true heroes where the ones who stayed, the ones who fought the danger to help the others. At last the building gave out one last shudder; it fell to the ground. Dust and debris fell from the sky; people had no idea what had happened. At last the sun came out, but it shined it's light on true horror. The sun has shone, but the buildings stand no more. People cried out to the ones inside; they looked and searched for them. But most never found what they where looking for. All they found where what was left after the crash, nothing more. The day that made my soul cry was the day that many people's souls died. We will never forget what happened that day. Everyone was affected, one way or another. We all must learn what we did wrong to change our ways. The people who passed away will not be forgotten; they are still there: the heroes, the innocent, everybody that was involved. They will all be treasured. That day will always be remembered, not just as a horrible event, but as a lesson. A lesson that changed our lives for ever.
*** Posted by Emily Marin on 2008-11-01 ***
Tuesday September 11, 2001: A beautiful blue-skied morning crested by our beautiful yellow sun. Ruined by the black smoke and destruction of airplanes hitting four different places. The US was hurt that day. We still have not healed our wound. It still seeps with the unrested souls of those who were lost. God bless America. May this wound heal soon.
*** Posted by Zach on 2008-11-01 ***