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Week One - Remembrance
Tomorrow will mark one week.
One week from a day that dawned bright and beautiful, heedless
of the darkness to come. A day when people rose to board planes they planned
on exiting 3000 miles away. A day when people awoke to finish another busy
Tuesday that was supposed to be like almost every other Tuesday. A day
firefighters and policemen hoped to spend peacefully, without having to answer
the call they were trained for.
One week from a day when madmen entered four planes quietly,
waiting for the chosen moment to strike. A day when, with the planes flying
high above the ground, the madmen took over, bringing death and terror to
first one tower, then the next. A day when a third plane aimed at our
nation’s capital and struck at a part of our government. A day in which
the fourth plane was headed on a similar course. A day when madmen planned
on bringing our country to it’s knees.
One week from the day when people remained calm in the
face of terror, keeping panic at bay as they emptied from the tower which
burned above them. A day when firefighters and police answered the call,
heedless of what may happen to them. A day when people walked back in the
building to see if they could help someone else escape. A day when fear was
put to the back of many minds, and helping at all costs to the forefront.
One week from a day when the men and women on the fourth
plane, knowing what had already happened, declared that they would not allow
themselves to be used this way, and took control. A day when they called
their loved ones and said good-bye. A day when they sacrificed their own
lives to prevent the loss of any more. A day when they were among the ones
called heroes.
One week from a day when the stress was too much, and the
towers fell to the ground. A day when a nation prayed for lives to be saved,
regardless of the damage. A day when our nation had to count more missing
than in any other disaster. A day when those among the missing, and those
who’s fates we know, will always be called heroes.
One week in which a nation’s tears would not stop,
but where their backbone strengthened. A week in which signs for the missing
covered the streets and stories of bravery passed across the nation. A week
in which hope began to wane for the missing, but hasn’t completely died.
A week that moved slowly at the site of the terror, but quickly in strengthening
our nation. A week in which promises for retribution were made. A week in
which the sleeping dragon truly has risen.
This is the first week of remembrance. But it will not
be the last. Heroes, we will never forget you. Madmen, we will never let
you get away.
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