America Strikes Back

[Paule]

Maybe it was just I,

but I felt a great part of myself almost die as I sat and watched the most horrific event of my time take place as I awoke for my morning routine.

I sat there watching, unable to restrain the tears that were coming from my eyes. I could but only imagine the pain our great nation must have suffered as it watched one of its most beloved Presidents gunned down in the streets. Now here America was again suffering as a nation. Only this time it was not one dead, but thousands and thousands. Yes this had to be as close as I would ever come to that awful feeling. Hopefully this was as close, as I would ever come again.

No personal tragedy experienced in my life had, or even could have prepared me for what I was about to witness. To see human beings jumping out of 100 story skyscrapers rather than be consumed in heat, smoke, and flames. To watch as fire fighters rushed into the tower and then see the tower collapse upon them. My stomach churned as this devastating loss of life was not ending, but growing in numbers as the time passed by. Every second stretching out for what seemed to be an eternity, every second ripping at my heart and soul.

I sat for hours and hours watching the replays. The people running for their lives down streets filled with smoke dust and debris. People laying in the streets bleeding and crying whule screaming in agony. I held my head and cried, as the visions of blood and horror haunted my every thought. “Why” I asked; “Why?”


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Paule Walnuts


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