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Its hard to think about all that were lost on that September day. Sky so blue and clouds so pure, only to be defeated by hate and despair. Seeing lives jump out of windows to their death, hearing the cries of those dying inside. I remember that day, it was the day I decided to make something of myself. I need to live for the people who died, I need to make a difference in this world. When the first plane hit, my heart stopped and stomach lurched. Vomit and bile flew out, that could have been me. Smoke filled the perfect sky, a morbid fairy book terrorist tale. I hear a song slip through the radio, a song so loud it could fit in silence. I wrote a song about it, I made a band because of that day, that moment. Never will I forget it,
Where were you when the world stopped turning?
I was there, I witnessed it. I saw the rush, the people. I smelt the death and despair. I felt the black and drank the smoke. I did something
I met Ray and Matt. Started a band. Met the man who I would marry.
Where were you on that fateful day?
I have been here all along, every September 11th I go to ground zero and cry. Remember and see so many. Pretend some are still living.
If someone could do this in the name of religion why would a God allow it?
I remember going home to my mom, shaking sobs wrecking through my chest. The television flashing images of people jumping off the 300th floor into wreckage and rubble. They met death head on, they were the true heroes.
I saw men run in, instead of out.
I saw children’s cold bodies and mangled faces.
That day lead me here. Led me here. Hand in hand with Frank at ground zero. Life is still tragic and mangled, but Frank makes it easier. I remember when they couldn’t find Mikey. Screaming at God, how could he do this to us? Mikey was so young. How could they take Mikey from me? Just as my moms eyes held hope, the second tower crashed to the ground. Vibrations hit me like electric shocks. Felt like I was dead.
We never found his body. We only got a name in stone recognizing my little brothers heroism. I don’t know where he is, or where he is looking at me from. But I want to tell him I love him.
I look across New York. I look at lady liberty and Frank. I miss Mikey. I miss everything about him. I miss God. I miss everyone.
It will never be the same
I got down on one knee, and looked at Frank. Tears slid down my face, exactly ten years to the day. Franks tears slid down his face as I held out a ring.
'Yes' was all Frank said. We walked away hand in hand, we told Mikey one last goodbye and showed him the ring. From that day ten years ago to this day today
Life will never be the same

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?


This is fictional and 9/11 is a very sad day for us in the United States. For any Service men/woman, thank you. The song in italics is Where Were You by Allan Jackson. I am not a country fan but this song hits home for any American.
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