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The First Great Tragedy of the 21st Century

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The First Great Tragedy of the 21st Century I awoke suddenly to the hideous blaring of the alarm clock on which seemed like a normal Tuesday morning. As I sat up in bed my mind pondered over affairs of business and the monotonous boredom which would entail when I reached my office in the south tower of the World Trade Centre where I worked. "What's a good excuse for not going to work today?" my mind schemed. My brain was too tired to think up anything plausible so resolved to carry on with the usual course of events. It was not long before I was bustling out of the front door of my house after having rapidly eating some hurried breakfast and getting his things together for another thrilling day at work. Just one task remained. To avoid being late. As I stepped down the street briefcase in hand to await the ever lengthening arrival of the bus, I noticed oddly enough that the man already waiting by the bus stop bore a uncanny resemblance to Jim Carrey. "How interesting," I thought, but then dismissed it as irrelevant. I had more pressing things to think about. Like what kind of cheese I would have for lunch, and the kind of pointless antics which would later ensue. ...read more.


Walking over to drinks machine I started thinking about the man who looked like Jim Carrey again, "I wonder where he got to?" The machine buzzed mechanically, squirting the black liquid into the cup like some kind of black waterfall splashing down to the murky depths of the unknown. Picking up the cup and preparing to drink its contents I just happened to glance out of the window and looking over to the north tower, I caught sight of a plane which looked like a Boeing 767. I didn't understand it at first. Where was it heading? Why is it flying so close to the ground? But then it became all too terrifyingly obvious. The cup just seemed to slip out of my hand, falling inexorably and splattering onto the carpet, for what I had just realised at that moment, the shock was incomprehensible... "No, no!" I started to shout, "This can't be happening!" But I was powerless to intervene, as I watched the kamikaze airliner go crashing headlong into north tower of the World Trade Centre. Suddenly I felt a massive shockwave ripping through the floor, out of the window all I could see was a fireball exploding outwards from where the plane had so unexpectedly plunged into the depths of the massive glass and steel structure. ...read more.


My friend was dead and now his children would be without a father And now, even more seriously, the towers really were collapsing, filthy great clouds of debris were coming down and showering the whole city. I didn't think twice, not even looking back, I sprinted as fast as I possibly could from what once was the site of the World Trade Centre. And now in the days that follow, Manhattan will never looks the same again. The skyline has been scarred irrevocably, no one will ever forget the day that the twin towers fell... And now over and over I can hear them singing, voices whispering in my head: That fateful day on the eleventh of September, Is one that I think everyone will remember. No one could have imagined Or been able to say, What terrible things would happen that day. Look up in the sky See the planes fly by And in a split second The streets were all deafened... A thunderous noise an' Fear that struck like a poison Watching in awe, As we saw the towers fall, Crumbling to the floor, The trade centre was gone... With the hundreds, And thousands, Of people all dead... It seems we've been beaten, Our hearts feel like lead... In this turmoil and suffering, What must we do? If we all work together, Then we can get through... ROBERT KWASOWSKI Page 1 of 3 ...read more.

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