911 Through My Eyes

Where were you when you heard about 9/11? What was the scene like? Who was the first person to call you, better yet, who did you call to find out if this was really happen? What we're your thoughts?

I was attending my freshman year at Texas A&M University, the Texarkana branch. I had just finished my economics class and decided to walk to the cafeteria for lunch instead of leaving campus that day and upon entering the building I saw people sitting outside crying and everyone was on their phones talking frantically, trying to make sense of what was going on but to no avail.
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I remember it like it was yesterday. One girl was bent over at the waist crying into her hands as her friends tried to console her and everyone around her was standing there, looking at the tv like the sky had cracked open and God himself was coming back, today was the day! Not for the second coming, but for the first real terrorist attack that America had received in my lifetime.

Consistently in a looping playback on CNN I watched, one plane, then another crashing methodically into the head of the twin towers in New York City! It seemed surreal and that moment I stood their, watching debris fall from the sky like confetti, people flooding the streets, trampling each other trying to get to a safe place but realizing that there was no safety to be found. Police officers and fireman had no answers for this, see there are some things in life you can't be prepared for until you actually experience it.

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The faces of civilians covered In grey soot and ash, pandemonium continued for hours as loved ones and co workers searched among the wreckage for those they love. Cell phone signals jammed as people tried to contact family members who worked in the vicinity  and those who were on the flight.

Everyone in search of answers but no one had any. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts, grandmothers, grandfathers and even babies died that day. No one was exempt from the chaos of the mission that was carried that day. Some now carry this day in their hearts as a day of remembrance of fallen soldiers, family members, and friends. And others feel like this is what happens when you continue to stick your nose in other countries business by policing them and giving ultimatums to a country that does not belong to us.

See for many years and still to this day, America has been seen as the big brother who backs people down into a corner to get what they want. Some say we had it coming. I won't say what I think but I do believe we are our own worse enemy here in America. We spend so much time worrying about other nations and countries when we have a broken system full of: poverty, terrorism our own, racism, economic failures amongst other things.
But today I wanna remember the men and women who lost their lives to such violent acts and I wanna remember those innocent people who died in this country and abroad for a war that till this day people still question its intent. Could we have avoided 9/11 or was this inevitable? What can we do to make sure this doesn't happen again?