Dan K.

The Tragedy of September Eleventh

The first and foremost thing that I must say that I am not sure of the exact times, or even if the events that I state happened at the time I saw them. Simply, all I am saying is that when I say I saw it, it was just that.

Terror, devastation, death and hate still derive from the tragically and moreover a massive hate crime committed upon America on September Eleventh. To be perfectly honest, when all of the attacks were done, it was not just blood and death that was in the air, but a sense in which that something that did happen, should never have happened, to anyone on September Eleventh, or otherwise know to me as America’s day of hell.

The day the terror struck, I was in school, and because it was my study hall, I was partially asleep. I remember that I was very tired, and I still am to this day, for I don't get as much sleep as I should get. I had just gotten back from Snack (a service the school provides to students who are hungry for overpriced snack), I was relaxed, in a calm and I was about to go to sleep right there.

I am not sure what exact teacher came in, but it was quite sudden and he just walked in, had a very brief conversation with the Study hall teacher, and then left immediately. The teacher (I am not quite sure of his name) turned the monitor to a news station. Upon viewing the television, I saw an executed mass murder, in which I knew was not just some simpleton, half-bred movie to be ignored. No, this was the truth, and is and always will be America’s new history. I watched as horror gripped many of the accident, no wait. It was not an accident. It was a heinous attack, in which the murderers where not just kidding around, they were out to ruin America. Seeing this cruel act of hell was just the beginning of the small, but lethal murders that would be committed on the damned day.

As the hour ended, I left to go to my second hour class, which is Welding Technology with Mr.Fix. The teacher already had the Television on, but on a different channel. The whole class was watching the mass murders, even though the bell hadn’t even rung, many were in the class already, trying to keep up with the savage devastation. Being able to watch the murders made me sick in some ways. I am trying to say that part of my mind did not want to believe that this crap was happening, the other part of my body felt that watching the story would not help at all, but I could not turn away.

It was some time when the new news broke. The class had not really done anything (meaning that instead of working we just watched television). Well, as it goes, the next target was then attacked to kill more and more innocent people. The target that was hit was the Pentagon, which made me think that the United States was not as safe as I, and many other Americans believed that it once was.

The reported that was at the Pentagon first thought that it had been a bomb that wiped out part of the building, but it was worse then a bomb. It was another airplane that crashed into the Pentagon. Yeah, and I had thought that it was a bad day already. Well, as you could imagine, people on the television were all stating the obvious: This is a heinous attack, and Ò America has been attacked. Practically ever station had some kind of report that just had to be done, as if they were the only news station out there.

As I had just stated, most all of the channels that we went through had some kind of “Breaking News” or This now in”. It made me kind of sick to think that some of the news reporters might be glad this was happening, so they would just to have some high stake murder crime to report on. Just sitting there, watching the news, I felt that, well, crap happens, but this was beyond that. This was not just one murder, or a cult of people killing themselves, yet it was some sick, poor-minded sick bastard that just had to kill many innocent people, for reasons unknown to me at this time.

The hour was over and I then went to my third hour class, being Mr. Hatten's Enriched English class, in LA8. His television was on of course, since he ran a small news show here at the school. It was all the same, pure devastation on the small screen that would have otherwise left us in the dark about what had happened. I am not saying that radio is not any good, but without the visual reference, the horror of the tragedy would not have been understood to its fullest.

As it goes, we did practically nothing in the class. Doing the same, Mr. Hatten flicked through different stations to see if there was any news. I remember that the reporter named, ah.......Peter Jennings was still on the air. He looked like he was having a heart attack. In the sense of all the murders and all of the crap that was happening, I just had to chuckle because of the way he was. To this day I do not know why it had struck me as funny, but it just was at that time.

Anyhow, the students had seemingly lighted up, well the ones that had actually showed interest anyway. Which made me think of how many students didn't really seem to care all that much. Now, I can see how very many people can not care if there is only one murder, even though that still does not justify the act, but when many unsuspecting and innocent people die, it just strikes me as bizarre that the number of kids (well, I would call them young adults, but too many students in this school really do not act their age, yet more like small children that are too stuck up and just have to make some kind of attention for themselves), seemingly just acted as if was ok to kill others without care or repercussions.

The hour went very fast, I really don’t know why it seemed short, maybe it was due to the fact that we were all watching the television, which makes time fly by at unreasonable speeds. I headed to my fourth hour class, Home Repair with Mr. Niesis. I’ll let you guess if the television was on or not...hmm I wonder. Well, we actually did some work in that class, which has just some easy book work. I believe when my friends and I were done with our bookwork, we then watched yet another damned nations atrocity happen. We witnessed one of the World Trade centers collapse (I am not certain at this time which one that it was, or to the fact that if it was a replay of what had already happened). Seeing this gave me a sick feeling in my stomach. I just felt as if hell was taking over America. Then an ironic thing made me laugh in a sick, sadistically way that I have never laughed before. I realized that for all the stupid, idiotic, moronic, completely what I believe to be just.... names that I will hold back due to the fact that some of them are no longer with us, but that some of the idiots watching others die, where then close to death themselves, talk about a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin.

That is the entire incident that I care to talk about at this time. I would rather now just randomly write about how I felt and how I still feel about this incident. I realize that I am not really certain the exact times of the events, nor do I feel that I should no the exact times. In some views, yes, it would be nice to know the exact times. But, in other feelings that I have, I find myself glad to not know, but don’t get me wrong, this is my generations Kennedy Assassination, which has and still unify the country, but in the back of my head I truly wonder how long this tragedy will keep America unified and be able to maintain a silent peace that will not be shattered by some disgruntled terrorist that does not like the United States for unknown reasons.

For those who really want to know any more, look into it more on the web, for these are just my feelings and just my sentiments about how I felt and how I still feel about that day, that day which will live in infamy in my mind forever.

The Last and most importing that thing that I must say before I stop writing is that I send my deepest heart felt regards to all of the families that were and are effected by the atrocity.