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nmah6674.xml

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2004-09-09

It was a rather cold morning when it happened. I was snugged up cozzily in my bed, sleeping the night away. I was tired, I was groggy, and I was not happy to hear the response that came next; especially around 6 in the morning. My dearest father ran through the doors of my chamber and yelled.

"WAKE UP! We're going to war!!!"

My first thoughts, being a world war two buff, was some kind of similar enactment to Pearl Harbor. I screamed, jumped out of my bed and was quickly under it, ducking and covering for my life. He peeked one eye opening shaking and saw my father, with a rather blank look on his face, probably wondering, 'Is this girl my daughter?'

Embarrassed, I felt like kicking him, I got out, with difficulties; under my bed is not a very big space, and I got to wondering how I squeezed under there in the first place. My father just shook his head as I yawned and dropped back under my covers, trying to cacth a few more moments of sleep before the dreaded day of school started. With a growl, he turned on my TV, and showed me what was happening, then left. I pulled my blankets around me, trying to keep warm and trying to comprehend the situation that was going on. Watching the TV reply over and over the event soon got dull and I shut it off and got dressed. I didn't think much about the situation and went downstairs to eat. However once I went to school, the matter got a little more interesting and I paid attention to what my teachers had to say. I watched the news most of the day; however it didn't get my out of doing works; which sucked I might add, but anyways, it was an interesting day. I can't say I cried, I can't say no real sorrow ever really hit my heart or soul, but what I can say it, its going to be a day I'll remember. I don't know what I felt, perhaps an awareness? That we aren't truly an unstoppable nation. Maybe it was dissapointment? How could the people we trust with our taxes, our money, our security let this happen? Well, whatever it was, whatever that feeling that stuck with me for the rest of the day until I fell into slumper was, I know, I don't want to feel it again.

No, actually, not to incredibly much. My life goes on, I don't cry, I don't get depressed. The people that fell to that tragic event are in a happier place. Life goes on, we're aware of what can happen.

This is a lesson, a harsh, cruel, lesson, but never-the-less a lesson. Our country is not unstoppable. We are not an unstoppable nation. Our pride turned to ego, and the ego was over-inflated. I can't say this wasa good thing that happened, but it was a good lesson. We as a nation need to be prepared, take more pre-cations. People say "We never expected this" or "How could the government let this happen?" Well, the government, the president, everyone of us, should be more aware now, especially now. Otherwise, history may have to bring to us another lesson.

Again, no. Same response as before, the government let us down. Their pride was to great. They didn't think anyone would dare do this to us. But it was because of that, this happened,