9/11/2001

This was the day the twin towers fell and the loss of our loved ones. When the planes hit it was a horrible sight to see the day turn to the black of night. And the black of night it was, for the black clouds that grow upon the air. It thundered with a grate loud crackle. There I stood and saw the sky fall upon us in midair. Like a white sheet I tried to move, or run but I was stuck there like a statue in mid-day.

You could hear screams of terror and the weeping of others. Since the giants had fallen the sorrow of others has swept the nation. And till this day we thank those heroes who tried to save others. Their heroic Bravery has cost them their lives so they could protect their beloved city. Thanks for bringing our nations together as one.

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Our world

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