9/11 10 Year Anniversary
As you probably know, last Sunday was 11th September, 2011, 10 years since two airplanes were hijacked and smashed into the WTC (World Trading Centre) in New York. Roughly 3,000 people died that day.
I’m writing this post, devoted to those who died. The innocent civilians who were in WTC that day, probably some with families, and, especially the fire-men and the police who put in so much effort and their time into the rescue and clean-up oporations. Also, those service men who died.
My heart also goes out to the marines who died in the pentagon, where the third hijacked plane crashed.
And no-one can even forget those people who were on the plane and lost their lives.
To those people who lost friends, family and loved ones in the tragedy. I’m truly sorry.
Now, I was only 4 when this happened. My mum told me that my Uncle Michael was in America at the time, having conferences in different parts of America. She was worried, but soon we found out that his plane had been grounded and he had not been harmed.
It’s weird for me to think that one of my family was there on that day. It’s weird to think that it could’ve been him on board.