First Combustion
On this day, my heart crumbled, on this day, I really trembled. It has damaged my heart with sorrow. It has damaged my body with fear, and it has damaged my life with war; cruelty at its worst. Miles away I can hear the planes roaring engines, gliding through the air. Those twin towers standing tall with pride, was soon to explode with hardly anything to spare. Bin Laden tried to crush or land, but we stood our ground with our flag in hand. Nearly 3,000 deaths and more than 6,000 people injured. That fateful day in September, and the ones who answered duty’s call, should be remembered by us all. A day of remembrance.
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