Today 17 years ago, one of the biggest tragedies in American history occurred; 9/11. I was only an 8-month-old baby at the time, so I do not recall anything about the day, but listening to my elders and simply searching the internet I have come to understand swiftly just how awful this event was.
My purpose for this blog post is not to debunk conspiracy theories or blame anyone. This post is my memorial post for the estimated 3000 people who lost their lives today 17 years ago. These people were businessmen and women, cleaners, firefighters, police, dogs, children, parents, brothers and sisters…
Personally, I cannot comprehend what it must have felt like watching an aeroplane fly into a building. Or even worse, how it must’ve felt knowing that just a few floors below your office is a burning aeroplane that has just consumed not only the lives of those on the hijacked planes but also people you just saw that morning. Those people must’ve been filled with so much doubt and insecurity, suffocating not only on smoke but on their puzzled mindsets. You have two choices, either you suffocate to death or you jump out of the building. Either way, today you’re going to die.
Just as the North Tower was hit, those in the South Tower felt that it would be wise to leave their building too. Although, authority at ground zero instructed them firmly that there is already too much traffic across the way and the best thing to do right now is to stay in the building. If only they knew… Not too long after the North tower was hit, the South Tower experienced the very same tragedy within minutes.
Smoke, dust, body parts… It was all over the place. Screaming and fire engine sirens became the song that sung Americans to sleep on this day 17 years ago.
I resonate so deeply with this tragedy and I’d love to do more research into the whole case. One day when I get to visit Manhattan, I’ll make sure I visit the 9/11 memorial site and pay my respects to those who lost their lives.
I leave you with this, we never know when it is our last day on this earth. Make each day count and don’t harbour hatred against your brother for you are not guaranteed the blessing of seeing him tomorrow.
Yours in Madness.
The Bohemian Poet