9/11

When this date comes up, only one thing comes to mind: Why?

These terrorists took away mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends. They destroyed buildings, the city, and lives. What gives them the reason to do that? What gives anyone the reason to do that? Did we kill thousands first? No. Was it a war that was being fought? No.

For those of you that live in a cave, like the man that planned this, I am talking about the terrorist hijacking that struck the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and a field. Two planes went to New York and hit each tower. People were trapped in. The people on the streets were running to get away. Some jumped out of the windows to the ground. Minutes later, the towers came falling down to the ground. Another plane hit the Pentagon. The last plane crashed in a field in Pennsylvania after passengers fought back and did not give the terrorists enough time to get to the White House.

My uncle was in one of the towers on the 86th floor. Being a former officer, he tried evacuating his building when the first plane hit the other tower. He cleared his floor and started down the stairs to the next floor. The second plane hit and fuel streamed down the staircase. The staircase then exploded and his body pieces were never found.

Now, there are thousands of stories similar to mine. Even police officers and other emergency respondents died trying to save people. Why should these people have to deal with it?

I have taken the R train before and it goes through a stop that has been closed ever since 9/11/01. Before construction started, there was a word spray painted on the wall: WHY?

There's not much more to say without being repetitive. Tomorrow, think of all those people who lost their lives.


RIP Uncle Charlie
I'll always wonder why