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2002-03-06

I remember I was in my car listening to the radio when I
heard about the first World Trade Center building being hit.
I was on my way to visit an old high school teacher. On the
20 minute drive down there I listened as the second building
was hit. I was horrified I couldn't believe what was happening.
I was a freshmen in college and I really didn't pay much
attention to the terriost that attack America throughout the
years. When I finally arrived at my old high school I ran up
to the class room and turned on the television. My teacher
was on her planning period so the room was empty except for
me and her. I was telling her about my drive out there and
how I listened to the radio as the towers were hit, then
there was another shocking attempt to crush the American
pride; the Pentagon was hit. Luckily it wasn't hit straight
on, but was some how detoured to the side. The two of us sat
at a desk in disbelievment. My teacher tried franticly to
call her friend who lived in the city and as everyone remembers
all the lines were quite busy. She also tried to call her
mother, so her mother wouldn't worry that she was hurt. I
remember walking through the halls and watching as students
and teachers alike ran to a widow and tried franticlly to
call there loved ones who worked in the Pentagon. With tears
rolling down each and everyone of their faces, I felt a small
feeling of relief knowing that my family was far from the two
attack areas. But then my relief was taken away by all the hurt
and saddness I knew the others were going through.
When I got back home, I called my parents who told me to
stay there and make sure all the kids got home from school okay
and to let them know that they had to stay inside. The phone
calls just kept coming in making sure I was okay and making sure
that my family and friends were doing okay. My sister was telling
me stories of kids in her homeroom who began cheering as the
rest of America ran in terror and cried for their loved ones.
I couldn't believe their lack of sensitivity for the rest of
the vitims and their families.
I couldn't believe my own angry. I wasn't very patriot
before all of this happened but soon after I began telling
people how proud I was to be an American. I cannot wait until
that bastard Bin Ladin is captured and gets whats coming to him.