9/11

I can't imagine what it must have been like to be there, to have seen it on the news. I was only one, going to turn two in a few months. I can't remember anything about it, but my parents do, my grandparents do. It was one simple word. Hell. People jumped out of windows to their death, dust covered everything, people lost others that they loved. I know our generation hasn't ever really understood how horrific it was, but it would be like one of you in those towers and the rest of us wouldn't know if you were okay or alive. We just simply wouldn't known if you would be on again. That's how it felt for those people, those families and firefighters and police officers. They didn't know if they would ever see their friends or loved ones again.
And it must have been horrifying, to die in all that chaos, admits the terror. I have only ever really died once in a dream, and it's odd. I had taken a bullet to the head, and then I was looking at my body, lying there on the ground as people ran over me to try and escape. I couldn't move, my eyes didn't blink, I was just simply not breathing. And it was strange, because when I died, there was this weird peace that I felt, as if the terror and fear was over. That's what I try to think that the people felt when they died, peace. They were safe in a strange way from the awful tragedy around them. In a way, it gives me comfort when I think about it, that they are no longer hurting any longer and are free.
So as today ends, I want us to not just think of the death and destruction that was caused, but also try and think of it as a day to remember those who died in an honourable way and have some comfort in the fact that they will always be on our hearts and are now free of the terror.

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