VampiresLair
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I was in my freshman keyboarding(typing) class in High School. Somebody came in and said, "The Palestinians blew up the White House!"(Looking back, that'd be really humorous if the truth wasn't so sad.) I knew, right away, that he was misinformed at best and that he was probably just playing a stupid joke. Our teacher thought the same and we went on for the rest of our near hour long class. When we got out, we quickly learned from everybody else in the hall about what had happened. There were boys and girls crying, scared to death that there was going to be more attacks. Even though we were a small town half the country away, we were terrified. Well, they were. I was just really numbed by it. It was like it all wasn't really real. We didn't have any classes for the rest of the day. We just went form classroom to classroom and watched the TV. In history class, our Teacher tried to discuss it with us, and what it all meant. I thought right away that it was probably Al Qaeda, just because the memories of the USS Cole bombings were fresh in my mind. We just watched it on TV, there was no way to really teach at all through it. That's all we did for the rest of the week. I saw so many emotions, from sadness and fear to anger and rage. I remember watching George Bush speak during the aftermath, and I remember seeing him in Ground Zero. It was something that always did--and always will inspire me. I was just as inspired by the people who lived through it and the people who did not. I never cease to get teary-eyed when I think about all the heroes of that day that are no longer with us. I know a lot of people see it differently than me, but that's just how I saw it that day and that's how I will always see it. DV's Fox
< Message edited by VampiresLair -- 9/11/2008 6:28:51 PM >
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