Attack on America

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September 11, 2001, a day that will be burned in the back of our minds for the rest of our lives. It was a day when all hell broke loose in New York City, and Washington D.C., and the worst possible things imaginable happened. When you left the house that morning, did you think that it would be an ordinary day? Probably, and so did 6,198 people who are now either confirmed dead or missing. The number might sound a little high but it is the truth, over 6,000 people are either missing or dead, when a group of terrorists rammed two planes into the WTC like a bull in a china shop, whereas nothing in the area is left whole.

It was the beginning of a normal day in the life of the world's financial and business capitol. I got up out of bed as usual, showered, shaved, ate breakfast and kissed my wife and kids goodbye. It was 8:00 am and I was just leaving the house for the long daily hike towards the nearest subway station, almost 10 blocks south of home. At 8:30 am I stepped off the subway and into the Concourse level of World Trade Center 1, the North Tower. I got on the elevator and pressed the button for the 40th floor where my office was. Once I stepped off the elevator I went straight to my computer, logged onto the netw

It's been two weeks now. I've been in and out of hospitals looking for Jim. He's one of the 6,000 people that are missing. I went to Yankee stadium on Sunday and prayed for hours that somebody would find Jim and bring him home to his friends. I have a feeling that he won't be coming back, not now or ever. I just can't understand why it wasn't me that died. I was only two floors below him, yet I made it out and he didn't. I just doesn't make any sense why he had to die. I cry for him every night before I go to bed and every morning when I wake up in the mornings. When I woke up after being unconsious for over five days I told my wife that I wanted to move. I live in Canada now, but still being American I write so that my fellow Americans can understand what happened that day. Every time I hear sirens I jump and cringe and no matter what I try to do, I still can't get that horrible smell of death and destruction out my nose. It just doesn't make any sense why somebody would want to do this to thousands of innocent people and I hope that the President hits them and hits them hard. Many friends that I left in New York are still crying for lost loved ones as am I but I'm comforted by a verse in the Bible from Revelation 21:4, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.".

Outside was when the smell hit me. It was different than any I have ever observed before. It smelled like sulpher, burning paper and wood, and like death. Then I looked at my watch, 9:45 am, an hour after I started down the stairs. Immediately two paramedics ran over and took Betty out of my hands and escorted me to the nearest Triage center where they stitched up the cut on my head. That's when I saw my boss Sheila and I asked if Jim had gotten out.

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